Post by Clipper on May 20, 2019 7:00:59 GMT -5
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The article brings back memories of a dream that never came to fruition. In my senior year of high school I took the Red Cross lifesaving class at West Canada Valley high school. I always loved the water and was a strong swimmer. My family camped often at state parks in the Adirondacks and I always thought that the lifeguards had a great job for many various reasons. They had their own little cabin in the woods, they had the opportunity to be on the beach and in the water every day, weather permitting, and foremost in the mind of a teenaged boy, they had the opportunity to meet bikini clad girls who would often fawn over handsome and suntanned young men that maintained their vigil over the beach from that tall white chair.
That dream somehow fell by the wayside and I ended up working for my grandfather at Brayton's Hotel Supply, working in the shipping department and assisting with deliveries to local restaurants. My pursuit of bikini clad beauties was confined to weekends.
I always loved to swim and loved the water. The last time I swam was back around 2004 when we had a 24 foot pontoon boat on a local lake. We would often take a picnic lunch of burgers, dogs, and salads, and would cruise the lake, anchoring somewhere in a secluded cove to swim and to cook on the grill that was one of the accessories that we insisted on when we chose the boat.
After falling in 1996 and fracturing several vertebrae in my back I am no longer able to endure the rigors of swimming. My water related activities in late years are confined to splashing about in a hotel pool occasionally or walking into the water up to my chest to simply cool off.
DId I mention the fact that I am no longer the buff young fellow with the suntanned face and six pack abs, with the white sunscreen smeared on the bridge of my nose, while I scope the gals from behind aviator sunglasses? Yep. Now I am the overweight old fart that waddles to the beach and lounges in the sun like a beached whale, haha.
The article brings back memories of a dream that never came to fruition. In my senior year of high school I took the Red Cross lifesaving class at West Canada Valley high school. I always loved the water and was a strong swimmer. My family camped often at state parks in the Adirondacks and I always thought that the lifeguards had a great job for many various reasons. They had their own little cabin in the woods, they had the opportunity to be on the beach and in the water every day, weather permitting, and foremost in the mind of a teenaged boy, they had the opportunity to meet bikini clad girls who would often fawn over handsome and suntanned young men that maintained their vigil over the beach from that tall white chair.
That dream somehow fell by the wayside and I ended up working for my grandfather at Brayton's Hotel Supply, working in the shipping department and assisting with deliveries to local restaurants. My pursuit of bikini clad beauties was confined to weekends.
I always loved to swim and loved the water. The last time I swam was back around 2004 when we had a 24 foot pontoon boat on a local lake. We would often take a picnic lunch of burgers, dogs, and salads, and would cruise the lake, anchoring somewhere in a secluded cove to swim and to cook on the grill that was one of the accessories that we insisted on when we chose the boat.
After falling in 1996 and fracturing several vertebrae in my back I am no longer able to endure the rigors of swimming. My water related activities in late years are confined to splashing about in a hotel pool occasionally or walking into the water up to my chest to simply cool off.
DId I mention the fact that I am no longer the buff young fellow with the suntanned face and six pack abs, with the white sunscreen smeared on the bridge of my nose, while I scope the gals from behind aviator sunglasses? Yep. Now I am the overweight old fart that waddles to the beach and lounges in the sun like a beached whale, haha.
