Got to the pool at 6:45. Saturday, fine weather, too much natatorial traffic of the human sort. Only when some hearty swimmer nearly nuts me by swimming diagonally without looking in my direction do I say, censorially, “Dude.” I had occasion today. Perhaps had I passed high school physics I would be able to calculate our trajectories & avoid the slings & arrows of outrageous swimmers, but the math eludes me.
My last lap, the third, it was late enough, and early enough, that I was half-blinded by the rising sun, which I don’t remember ever happening before. Gorgeous. It’s a pavement sky now but at the pool at 8AM it was golden, & I loved everyone, even you-know-who, that wet-suited son-of-a-bitch.
I just read The Hero of this Book and I loved it so much. One of my favorite things you have written..... your mother, or the woman in the book that is not a memoir because you don't write them, is a spectacular character and I love whoever she is from afar..... I'd love to read more about your growing up.....
so we are pooling our talents now?