[retroactive]
Pool’s open. Summer can start.
My too-cool-for-school friends used to tease me with this song in the summers when I spent my work days at the public pool twirling my whistle and yelling at kids to walk on deck.
It is a pretty sweet gig. Well, except for the tension of constantly scanning for drownings. (Why do you think we twirl that whistle so obsessively?)
I can’t remember a time when the pool wasn’t my happy place.