Summer, the pool, and the lifeguard
by Doug Ridley
A memory from my teens sparked by this weekend’s warm weather and the thought of summer. I share this memory because of its innocence. It was a time when actions seemed adult, but in reality they were just a part of growing up.
Do you remember working together at Eddy Farm? We were bellhops, busboys, waiters, but mostly just two boys, and I intentionally use the term boys, trying to have as much fun as possible. We worked as little as possible and spent our time golfing, smoking cigars, stealing alcohol, driving golf carts, and swimming. The most fun was when they overlapped. NOTE: My family owned the resort, and we exploited the system to the fullest…
Do you remember they gave us radios, and we had code names? Red Monkey and Blue Dragon. Or was it Blue Monkey and Red Dragon?
No matter what we were doing it’s a safe bet we were talking about girls. I remember one lifeguard in particular. She was a few years older than us. She wore a leopard bikini. Do you remember her? We’d visit the pool everyday she worked trying our hardest to shed our boyish character and match her cool teenage persona. Remember that we’d bring her lunch and find every dumb reason to drive by the pool? She probably thought we were annoying kids, but that didn’t matter.
We were so cool. We had code names.
Sometimes I remember the pool, sometimes I remember drinking in the liquor closet. Do you remember drinking Arbor Mist like it was fruit juice, or driving over the 9th hole bunkers in golf carts? I’ll never forget.