“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin’ man, the Skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour. A three hour tour.” The frustrating thing about watching Gilligan’s Island is that all the rules for what would actually happen in this scenario seemed to have been been tossed overboard in the storm.
Growing up in Southern California in the 70’s, the kids in our neighborhood invaded the community pool as often as possible. It cost twenty-five cents for entrance to “The Plunge”, and it was, easily, the best quarter I’ve ever spent. With that quarter came a mesh bag for your towel and flip-flops (although, back then… Continue reading Everything I Ever Needed to Know I Learned at the Community Pool