Sunday, July 1, 2012

Our fountain of youth

The Stuart Heights pool is the center of our summers, and has been for years. For more than a decade, we've forged friendships from the deck chairs and on the diving boards. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day each year, you can bet there's a swimsuit and towel in my car so I can go at a moment's notice -- after work, after drinks, before dinner, all day, all weekend.

My kids' memories of their growing-up summers will smell like chlorine and taste like freeze pops. This column is just a drop in the deep end of our shared affection for that place.

Ben (up high), Jack and their buddy Max. (As mom reclines
and chats with her buddy in the background.)

Jack dives into summer.

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