Pinneaple Shake, Please!

With the onset of winter, these cold wet rains turning to snow trigger a lot of old familiar feelings. Feelings that I have felt annually at this time of year since I can remember. It's the feeling that another summer is gone and we have no more warm summer days to look forward to. It's a feeling of inevitable confinement and surrender to an oncoming cabin fever. It always kickstarts feelings of remembering the place I grew up during those longest of summer days: The Garretson Swimming Pool.

Summers at the pool in Garretson were the closest thing we had to a built in summer camp. I would wager a large amount that between the ages of  10 and 17, I spent at least 78% of my free time at that pool or hanging out near it.

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