{"id":955,"date":"2017-02-08T09:00:20","date_gmt":"2017-02-08T14:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lucynolanbooks.com\/wordpress\/?p=955"},"modified":"2016-10-22T21:32:24","modified_gmt":"2016-10-23T01:32:24","slug":"horses-in-the-neighborhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lucynolanbooks.com\/wordpress\/2017\/02\/08\/horses-in-the-neighborhood\/","title":{"rendered":"Horses in the Neighborhood"},"content":{"rendered":"

By the time I was born, this neighborhood was already well-established. But 20 years earlier, a neighbor\u2019s friends asked why he had moved out to the country. There were horses in the neighborhood then, he said.<\/p>\n

Of course, there were horses in the neighborhood when I was young, too. Well, I\u2019m not sure that\u2019s quite true. I don\u2019t know exactly where the horses lived, but occasionally people would ride them through the neighborhood. I used to love the sound of their hooves, clip-clopping down the paved streets. <\/p>\n

When I was very little, the house two doors down still had an old, decrepit stable in the backyard, but I wasn\u2019t allowed to go near it. And I\u2019m told there used to be several riding academies in the neighborhood. But that was all long ago.<\/p>\n

Today, the equine influence shows up in our neighborhood the same ways it does in every other neighborhood.<\/p>\n

In mailbox posts.<\/p>\n