Growing up in Florida, the summer season, otherwise known as the months of April through October, meant spending as much time as possible in the closest pool. Summer day camps usually involved a morning of tennis, golf or riding in the baking sun and humid triple digits followed by afternoon swim time. Thank goodness for afternoon swim time. Sometimes it was a public pool, sometimes a club pool, sometimes is was a fellow camper's complete with crazy slide and water basketball hoop. Didn't matter. This week's high temperatures have me wishing for a nearby pool, the thrill of cannonballing into a cocoon of blissfully cold water is almost too much to bear as I schlep lethargically home from work along with the countless masses. Wouldn't one of these swimming pools be a delightful sight coming home from work?
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