Some of my earliest memories in life are of walking on your deck at the old pool.
It was where I learned to love the water, it was where I “badly stubbed my toe” twice running on the deck (rule #1) and proudly displayed my battle wound to you, it was where I would play basketball with a bum water polo ball after you took my childhood hoop from me and put it in the back corner, and it was where I looked forward to spending every summer.
Through the years, especially now as your alumni base has come together so well, people tell me all sorts of stories about watching my brothers and I run around your old pool deck when the three of us had those bright, blonde bowl cuts.
I remember when your college started writing the names of those who were All-Americans on the wall, and…
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