{"id":62,"date":"2008-09-04T20:35:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-04T20:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/?p=62"},"modified":"2008-09-04T20:35:00","modified_gmt":"2008-09-04T20:35:00","slug":"the-hermit-of-narrow-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"The Hermit of Narrow River"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIK_t9fI\/AAAAAAAAAvw\/8k-PLQaIaQ4\/s1600-h\/narrow+river.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIK_t9fI\/AAAAAAAAAvw\/8k-PLQaIaQ4\/s320\/narrow+river.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242269271487018482\" \/><\/a>When I started school at URI in 1966 the only road to get there was a small winding road. I would pass a falling down house situated on a charming spot. One day I found the courage to knock on the door; thats how I met Bill Lacy, the hermit of Narrow River. He wasn&#8217;t really a hermit; he just couldn&#8217;t get around very well as he had no car and there certainly was no bus passing by.<\/p>\n<div><span class=\"Apple-tab-span\" style=\"white-space:pre\"> <\/span>The skiffs in the photograph were one of Bill&#8217;s only source of income, you could rent one for a quarter a day, to go rowing or fishing on the river.<\/div>\n<div><span class=\"Apple-tab-span\" style=\"white-space:pre\"> <\/span>The photo of Bill sitting on the steps of his house with his cat, tells quite a story. <\/div>\n<div><span class=\"Apple-tab-span\" style=\"white-space:pre\"> <\/span>The man with the rake was Bill&#8217;s nearest neighbor, they didn&#8217;t speak. His source of income was smoking pogies in his outhouse. I was never certain if he revealed this to his customers.<\/div>\n<div><span class=\"Apple-tab-span\" style=\"white-space:pre\"> <\/span>The day Bill died his house was bulldozed and it was as if he had never existed.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIJ9an6I\/AAAAAAAAAv4\/CbCOIdzDCsU\/s1600-h\/bill+lacy+and+cat.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIJ9an6I\/AAAAAAAAAv4\/CbCOIdzDCsU\/s320\/bill+lacy+and+cat.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242269271208927138\" \/><\/a><br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIg0T6MI\/AAAAAAAAAwA\/tPc7N5KNTUo\/s1600-h\/bill+lacy.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBIIg0T6MI\/AAAAAAAAAwA\/tPc7N5KNTUo\/s320\/bill+lacy.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242269277344753858\" \/><\/a><br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBII3qAK2I\/AAAAAAAAAwI\/1fO4jAFrBio\/s1600-h\/bill+lacy%27s+neighbor.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_jTb_cRUMExg\/SMBII3qAK2I\/AAAAAAAAAwI\/1fO4jAFrBio\/s320\/bill+lacy%27s+neighbor.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242269283475532642\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I started school at URI in 1966 the only road to get there was a small winding road. I would pass a falling down house situated on a charming spot. One day I found the courage to knock on the door; thats how I met Bill Lacy, the hermit of Narrow River. He wasn&#8217;t &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/?p=62\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The Hermit of Narrow River<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[130,128,129],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-south-county-ri","category-the-hermit-of-narrow-river","category-uri"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=62"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=62"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}