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