Remembrance is a part of being in the Zone

 

I often think about Aunt Anne Fries O’Donnell when the pool water 💦 is clear, blue and refreshing. I remember the little girl 👧🏻 (i.e., me) who would climb out the 2nd floor kitchen window of the O’Donnell apartment at 2653 Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn (I could have the exact address wrong?) onto the roof top of the attached building where a little, one foot deep rectangular pool stood waiting. On a hot 🥵 and humid summer day before the advent of air conditioning, the water in that tiny rubber pool was the closest thing to heaven, a child could ever imagine. Thanks, Aunt Anne.