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  • Sometime in the summer of 1977, I was weeding the garden we had in the backyard and it was hot! I mean hot! I thought, "I've had enough of this crap! Vegetables are cheaper at the market." So I called this friend, Vernon, who we knew from Dance Club, that built pools. He'd been urging me to put a pool in, so I said, "Let's do it."

    Anybody who's never had a pool has no idea what it's like when the bulldozer starts digging this humongous hole in the ground. But it didn't take a month or so when we had this beautiful kidney shaped pool complete with diving board. Vern helped me with the landscaping with a low rock wall separating the pool area and the patio area. I built a covered bar and cooking area in one corner with a small refrigerator and two roaster barbecues and dubbed it "Tiki Tim's".

    It was the sight of many, many great pool parties. One of our friends told me, "You'll never get your money out of this pool." "I got my money's worth the first time I dove in", I retorted.

    Some people know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing.

    The next few summers I got pretty good at the Jackknife, Swan and 1 & 1/2's. Never could do a full gainer. Diving board too low. I taught our grandson how to swim and even to dive. He took to the water like me when I was a kid and it was great bonding. Vera learned how to swim in that pool. So you see, it really was worth it.

    Until we moved to the country, I would do a half mile every morning in the summer. I missed the pool, but we had started a new phase of our life, "Retirement".

    Pic of grandson Peter, son Gary and me.
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