{"id":545329,"date":"2026-03-26T00:15:09","date_gmt":"2026-03-26T00:15:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/545329\/"},"modified":"2026-03-26T00:15:09","modified_gmt":"2026-03-26T00:15:09","slug":"a-golf-novel-by-gene-wojciechowski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/545329\/","title":{"rendered":"A Golf Novel by Gene Wojciechowski"},"content":{"rendered":"

“All Carry: A Novel” by Gene Wojciechowski publishes on March 31, 2026. You can pre-order the book here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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By 8:30 the next night, Hard Way and Riley were sitting in a booth\u2014Frank Sinatra\u2019s booth\u2014at the Golden Steer steakhouse. The iconic Vegas restaurant was located in a nondescript cluster of stores off Sahara Avenue just north of the Strip. The two men had come directly from the airport, their luggage and Riley\u2019s golf bag locked in the cab of the Big Ass, its security alarm at full alert.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look nervous,\u201d Riley said to Hard Way, who kept glancing at the entrance from their seats in the main dining room.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, not really,\u201d Hard Way said unconvincingly, \u201cbut it might be a good idea to let me do the talking at the start.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know him better than I do. I\u2019m a little nervous, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not signing papers or anything,\u201d Hard Way said. \u201cWe\u2019re just going to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019d you tell him about me, about our round together?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t get into a lot of details over the phone. Better to do that in person.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Golden Steer was the oldest steakhouse in a town that had seen them come and go since the restaurant had opened in 1958. The Rat Pack had dined here. Elvis, too. So had Nat King Cole, Joe DiMaggio, Natalie Wood, and assorted wiseguys. Some of the waiters had been there for four decades. It wasn\u2019t known for its cutting-edge decor or avant-garde interpretation of red meat. It was a place for Caesar salads prepared tableside, bowls of whipped potatoes and side dishes of bubbling mac and cheese, and, of course, USDA Prime steaks. For dessert, you got the angioplasty. The Golden Steer\u2019s charm was its indifference to culinary trends and cholesterol levels. It didn\u2019t mind having a history. It was so out, it was in.<\/p>\n

Riley and Hard Way each ordered beers from the tuxedo-clad server. As the drinks arrived, so did the legendary golf instructor Leeds Sargent Jr., who was old enough to have shaken Sinatra\u2019s hand and good enough to have been courted by the best players in the world. \u201cSarge,\u201d as he was known by his friends, could be gruff, searingly honest, and demanding. He was in his mid-seventies and had the build of a former Marine’s DI. He was thick, but not fat. He looked like the kind of man you\u2019d want on your side during a bar fight. He didn\u2019t suffer fools, nor did he believe in stroking the egos of players. He coached hard and expected his clients to work hard. Otherwise, what was the point?<\/p>\n

For those amateurs with disposable incomes, second wives, and fourth homes, an hour-long lesson cost $2,000\u2014and that\u2019s if there was space available. Sarge was picky, and the prospective client list was long. Riley had introduced himself to Sargent at Royal Birkdale a half dozen years earlier. There was a brief grunt, a handshake that made Riley wince, and no attempt at small talk. Sargent did everything with a purpose.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I late?\u201d he said as he approached the table with a warm smile for Hard Way, followed by a look of confusion when he saw Riley. \u201cThis is the guy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is him, Sarge,\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

Riley and Hard Way moved over in unison to make room for Sargent in the tufted, red-cushioned booth. Almost instantaneously, the waiter appeared with a bottle of wine.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Sargent, so nice to see you again. Please accept this 2018 Darius II Cabernet with our compliments,\u201d he said as he expertly removed the cork, placed it on the table, and poured a healthy splash of the Cab Sav for Sargent\u2019s consideration.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Marcus. You\u2019re very kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave it a quick, practiced swirl in the wide-bowled glass, took a deep sniff to make sure the wine wasn\u2019t corked, and then declared it more than suitable for the table. The waiter tried not to show it, but a small wave of relief washed across his face. Sargent, who was an expert on California Cabernets (his extensive wine cellar at home also included a collection of his cherished French favorites, Ch\u00e2teau Margaux and Petrus), could have gotten a second job as a sommelier in one of Vegas\u2019s finest restaurants, such was the extent of his knowledge.<\/p>\n

Marcus poured wine into the three glasses and then disappeared as quickly as he had arrived. Sargent was famous for his generous tips, his constant business, and his insistence that his corporate clients, with their deep expense accounts, dine at the Golden Steer while in town.<\/p>\n

Sargent raised his glass. \u201cTo old friends . . . and new ones,\u201d he said, looking half suspiciously at Riley. There was a pause as they sipped at the wine.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cNow then,\u201d Sargent said, \u201cwhat\u2019s this shit about hitting it 400 yards?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re on,\u201d Hard Way said, turning to Riley.<\/p>\n

Riley was caught off guard. \u201cI thought you wanted to start us off?\u201d he said to Hard Way.<\/p>\n

An impatient Sargent pointed at Riley. \u201cYou. Speak. Now.\u201d \u201cWe met at\u2014\u201d Riley began. Sargent cut him off.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know where we met,\u201d he said curtly. \u201cI know who you are. You mostly get it right on TV. What I don\u2019t know is why I\u2019m here, and how, according to Hard Way, you can send it longer than the best players on the planet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought Max had already explained,\u201d Riley said, confused. \u201cJust tell the story, Joe,\u201d Hard Way said quickly.<\/p>\n

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Riley nervously explained how his older son had found clubs at a garage sale, how the owner of the clubs had said they had special qualities, how they\u2019d been made specifically for Nicklaus decades earlier and had never been used, and how the old man had said he wanted Riley to have them. He told Sargent of his own skepticism, and how those doubts had disappeared after he\u2019d hit the clubs for the first time.<\/p>\n

He told him of the visit to the old man\u2019s house, of the old man\u2019s final video referencing the \u201cpowers\u201d of the clubs.<\/p>\n

\u201cI brought them with me,\u201d Riley said. \u201cThey\u2019re in Max\u2019s truck. Do you want to see the driver?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d said Sargent sharply, already regretting his decision to take the dinner meeting. \u201cThis is a restaurant, not a golf shop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley shrank back in his seat after the scolding.<\/p>\n

Sargent sighed. \u201cMy closest friends say I can be unmannerly at times,\u201d he said, his tone slightly less brusque. \u201cIt isn\u2019t my finest quality. Why don\u2019t you tell me about the specs of the clubs.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hard Way had predicted the question on the ride to the restaurant.<\/p>\n

Riley was prepared.<\/p>\n

\u201cTommy Armour 945W driver,\u201d Riley said as he read from his notes. \u201cLamkin leather grips, paper underlisting, 1\/64th of an inch over standard size, 3\/8-ounce wooden dowel with lead in it and positioned at end of grip.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLength?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s 43 1\/2 inches long, 9 1\/2 degrees loft.\u201d \u201cThe irons?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMacGregor Limited Editions, Pro-81 template, Dynamic Gold X100 shafts with 5-inch tapered wooden dowels, flat sole, standard toe on grinds, straight leading edge with only a slight heel-to-toe radius.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent took a deep breath and then exhaled. He swirled the remaining wine in his glass and finished it off. \u201cWas there a putter in the bag?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA White Fang replica. Basically worthless.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent motioned for Marcus. \u201cI\u2019m going to need something stronger than the Cab. Bring me a Pappy 15,\u201d he said, referring to the fifteen-year-old Pappy Van Winkle. \u201cAnd let\u2019s go ahead and order while you\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir\u2014the usual for you: rib eye, medium rare?\u201d Marcus said.<\/p>\n

Sargent nodded. \u201cBring three appetizers, too, your choice, for the table.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hard Way chose the porterhouse, medium. Meanwhile, Riley ran his finger slowly down the menu. Sargent tapped his fingers on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cFound it!\u201d Riley said with an air of satisfaction. \u201cI\u2019ll have the eggplant parmigiana.\u201d He looked up to see Sargent glaring at him in disgust.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019d I do?\u201d Riley said.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor chrissakes, this isn\u2019t Olive Garden,\u201d Sargent said. \u201cYou don\u2019t order eggplant at a steakhouse. That\u2019s like ordering cock at a whore-house.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I like eggplant.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent ignored him and turned to the waiter. \u201cEighty-six the vegetable garden. He\u2019ll have the New York cut, medium.\u201d There was no more discussion about meal choices.<\/p>\n

The glass of famed Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey was on the table in less than two minutes. Sargent took a full sip. \u201cI\u2019ve known Jack Nicklaus for nearly fifty years,\u201d Sargent said, his voice at first affected by the whiskey\u2019s burn. \u201cI never had the honor of working with Jack\u2014 Mr. Grout was his only swing instructor\u2014but we\u2019ve talked about his equipment choices over the years. What were you told about the designer and grinder?\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley, still stinging from the meal rebuke, remembered the names without looking. \u201cWullkotte and White.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you, sir, own a set of Jack\u2019s personal clubs. The 945s were used by him from the mid-1970s to about 1990. He also used the Limited Editions for years and years. I\u2019ll take your word about the replica White Fang. So the question isn\u2019t how you got the clubs. The question is how are you able to hit them like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was hoping you could tell us,\u201d Riley said.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit if I know. A 400-yard drive with persimmon? I\u2019d need two swings with one of those drivers to reach that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSarge, his swing needs help,\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp? You said he hits it almost a fucking quarter of a mile!\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s his driver, Sarge. I\u2019m worried about how his bag is configured. Joe, tell him about the rest of the clubs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got 2 through 9 on the irons, a pitching wedge, sand wedge, driver, 3-wood, and 5-wood. And, oh, the White Fangy thing. But I\u2019ve never used it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019s the problem? I assume you hit the shit out of the irons, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do,\u201d Riley confirmed before Hard Way could answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe problem is there\u2019s no 60-degree, no gap wedge, no hybrids,\u201d Hard Way said. \u201cWe need some clubs for 110 yards in, and for some bad lies from longer numbers. So we might need to swap out two or three of those clubs for new stuff. And he ain\u2019t Nicklaus when he\u2019s not swinging the Nicklaus clubs. He\u2019s just Joe, the guy with the crappy swing who orders eggplant at the Golden Steer. We need your help with that guy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp to do what? You got an AGN employee outing you want to win?”<\/p>\n

Riley dropped his head, slightly embarrassed. \u201cHe just got fired by AGN,\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit,\u201d Sargent said. \u201cI didn\u2019t know. But I hope you\u2019re not thinking about trying to make a buck on those state mini-tours, are you? That\u2019s a young man\u2019s game\u2014I don\u2019t care how far you hit it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMini-tours?\u201d Riley said. \u201cI thought we were going to talk about the PGA Tour. That\u2019s what Max said.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent turned to stare at Hard Way. \u201cHe did, did he? What else did Max say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said you wanted to help me get on Tour, that you\u2019d give me free lessons, that you\u2019d let me use some of your charter jet hours. He said you wanted to meet me in Vegas. Out of respect to both of you\u2014and your generous offer\u2014I agreed to hear what you had to say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHard Way,\u201d said Sargent, his voice rising in anger, \u201cbefore I use this steak knife to cut your hamstrings, is there anything you want to add?\u201d \u201cIn retrospect,\u201d Hard Way said, covering Sargent\u2019s knife with a dinner napkin, \u201cI might have taken some liberties when describing your level of interest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me you had a friend who could fly it 400, and asked if I would offer a little advice. I don\u2019t recall anything about lessons and jets.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, well, that might have gotten lost in translation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not following,\u201d Riley said to Hard Way. \u201cYou mean you never told him what you told me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hard Way could feel the walls closing in. There was only one option left: honesty. He took a deep breath and then spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right\u2014I lied to both of you,\u201d Hard Way said. \u201cBut I needed you in the same place. Sarge, this is going to sound batshit crazy, but I think Joe can win a major.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA major?!\u201d Sargent said, nearly doing a spit take with the precious Pappy 15. \u201cHe couldn\u2019t win a minor!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent\u2019s raised voice attracted the attention of several tables nearby. He apologized to them before turning his attention back to Hard Way and Riley.<\/p>\n

\u201cA guy in street clothes doesn\u2019t beat these Tour guys,\u201d he said. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t beat them in the most watered-down field you can think of. And he sure as hell doesn\u2019t beat them in a major. You\u2019ve been out there, Hard Way. You know that. At least I thought you did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSarge, this guy in street clothes shot 79 with rental clubs and that persimmon driver at TPC\u2014and he played the last ten holes from the Tour tips. I helped him with some of his lines, read a few putts, but not much else. He shot 79 without knowing what he was doing. With that length, those clubs, and your help, he could shave a dozen shots off that, maybe more. Do that and he would have finished T-3 at Phoenix last year.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019d be his caddie\u2014is that how this works?\u201d \u201cYeah, I would.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent looked at Riley. \u201cDid he talk you into this? Because this is lunacy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know that you didn\u2019t know,\u201d Riley said. \u201cI thought you and Hard Way were working together on this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, I can explain,\u201d Hard Way said, knowing he really couldn\u2019t. \u201cYou\u2019ve done enough damage,\u201d Sargent said.<\/p>\n

A defeated Hard Way said softly, \u201cSarge, he could win.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe less you say, the better,\u201d Sarge said. \u201cThe next thing out of your mouth should be an apology.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it shouldn\u2019t,\u201d Riley said, with sudden conviction. \u201cJoe,\u201d Hard Way said, \u201che\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, he\u2019s not\u2014not completely,\u201d Riley said, before looking at Sargent. \u201cIt is lunacy, I\u2019ll give you that. Do I really think I can win a major? No. I don\u2019t even know how I\u2019d qualify for a major. But a dying old man gave my son a set of special clubs and wanted me to have them\u2014and do something special with them. And for reasons that defy explanation, only I can hit them far, really far. I don\u2019t blame you for thinking this is ten kinds of dumb. It is. If word got out, you\u2019d be ridiculed for helping us. But Martin Luther King Jr. said, \u2018Faith is taking the first step when you don\u2019t see the whole staircase.\u2019 \u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent rolled his eyes. \u201cReally? MLK and golf? And see the whole staircase? I don\u2019t see any staircase.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSarge,\u201d Hard Way said, \u201csometimes things don\u2019t have to make sense to make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop at a metaphysics seminar on the way over here?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m serious, Sarge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should hear yourselves. Magic clubs with special powers? You two are a confederacy of dunces.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t say that if you\u2019d seen what I saw at TPC.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me this\u2014and I have trouble saying this out loud\u2014why are they magical?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Riley said. \u201cWhattya mean, you don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey didn\u2019t come with an instruction manual,\u201d Riley said. \u201cMaybe I wasn\u2019t meant to know. Does everything have to have a reason?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a cause-and-effect guy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA believer in only empirical evidence. A worshiper of fully formed equations.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMakes life easier.\u201d \u201cWhat about faith?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take logic over faith.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThese clubs defy logic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I\u2019m just a humble swing instructor.\u201d \u201cUsed to be,\u201d Hard Way said under his breath.<\/p>\n

Sargent ignored him. \u201cI\u2019ve been doing this long enough to know there are absolutes in golf. You want me to believe the impossible rather than the plausible. I can\u2019t do it. It\u2019s impossible for you to hit a persimmon driver 400-plus yards.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMozart was five when he wrote his first composition,\u201d Riley said. \u201cI think it was six,\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m almost positive it was five.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSave it for your Jeopardy! auditions, fellas,\u201d Sargent said, not hiding his irritation.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe point is, it wasn\u2019t plausible until he wrote it,\u201d Riley said. \u201cEinstein was only twenty-six when he published his theory of relativity. Was that plausible? How do you explain a foursome of teenagers from Liverpool changing the world of music? How was Ali plausible? Or Tiger?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMozart, Einstein, the Beatles, Ali, Tiger,\u201d Sargent said. \u201cDo you hear yourselves?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t realize it until a moment ago, but this guy,\u201d Riley said, nodding toward Hard Way, \u201cactually believes in me. My wife believes in me. My sons believe in me. The old man believed in me. AGN didn\u2019t. I didn\u2019t\u2014until now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent held up his hand like a crossing guard.<\/p>\n

\u201cHard Way,\u201d Sargent said, his voice softening, \u201cI agreed to come here tonight as a courtesy because I think you\u2019re one of the good guys. You got a rough deal with your man, and I want to help you get back on your feet. But you can\u2019t honestly think a\u2014\u201d Here he paused and looked at Riley. \u201cHow old are you, Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m forty-three.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent immediately looked back and resumed talking solely to Hard Way, ignoring Riley. \u201cA forty-three-year-old amateur with an\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014eighteen handicap is going to win a major.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley chimed in. \u201cMickelson was almost fifty-one when he won the PGA at Kiawah. Julius Boros was forty-eight, Jerry Barber forty-five, Lee Trevino forty-four. Jack won the Masters when he was forty-six; Tiger did it when he was forty-three. Hale Irwin won the U.S. Open when he was forty-five, Raymond Floyd when he was forty-three. Tom Watson almost won the Open Championship when he was fifty-nine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop it,\u201d Sargent said. \u201cEvery one of those guys is in the Hall of Fame except Barber. You can\u2019t compare yourself to Tiger, Jack, Phil, Raymond, Hale, and Tom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just saying that age doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike hell it doesn\u2019t.\u201d Sargent looked directly at Riley. \u201cYou ever play competitive golf?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes fifth man on my high school team count?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sargent threw up his hands. \u201cThe last amateur to win on Tour was Phil . . . in 1991. An amateur hasn\u2019t won a major since 1933. The days of Ouimet and Jones are done, fellas. The subject is closed.\u201d<\/p>\n

They finished their meals in silence. When Marcus later removed their empty plates from the table, he didn\u2019t bother offering dessert options. Thirty years in the service industry had taught him how to read body language. Instead, he wordlessly placed the bill behind the candle ball holder.<\/p>\n

Riley began to reach for the tab.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou touch that and I\u2019ll have a mob guy break all your fingers in a car door,\u201d Sargent said. He picked up the folder, took a quick glance, peeled off six hundred-dollar bills, and returned the folder to the table\u2019s edge. Marcus whisked it away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t drop coin in my town,\u201d Sargent said as he began to slide out of the booth. Hard Way and Riley started to get up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for dinner,\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, stay put. Have another drink on me\u2014Marcus knows the drill. And if you don\u2019t have rooms yet, go to the Wynn and ask for Genevieve. She\u2019s a VP there and always works nights. Tell her I sent you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hard Way began to protest. Sargent stopped him with a cold glare. \u201cFellas, I\u2019m sorry I couldn\u2019t help you. Safe travels home.\u201d<\/p>\n

On his way out the door, Sargent was stopped by several diners asking for his autograph. One requested a quick photo with him in front of the small Christmas tree near the entrance. And then he was gone.<\/p>\n

In Sargent\u2019s honor, Riley ordered a Pappy 15. And then two more bourbons after that, but this time he downshifted to Knob Creek 12 and put it on their own tab. Hard Way splurged on a bottle of Pellegrino.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was some soaring oratory,\u201d Hard Way said.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was the liquor talking,\u201d Riley said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre we making a mistake?\u201d Hard Way said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Riley said. \u201cI\u2019ve never had this much bourbon in my life. I can\u2019t feel my thumbs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI mean you. These clubs. Trying for a major.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cThe mistake would be not to try,\u201d Riley said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"“All Carry: A Novel” by Gene Wojciechowski publishes on March 31, 2026. You can pre-order the book here.…\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":545330,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[427,99],"class_list":["post-545329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-golf","tag-golf","tag-sports"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545329","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=545329"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545329\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/545330"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=545329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=545329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=545329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}