Opinion

Ah, summer.  The smell of chlorine mixed with sunscreen  surrounds the pool at the neighborhood Y.  Sleeveless. Popsicle tongued children who never age.  The familiar sounds of flip flops flip flopping,  dangling off the Ocean Beach Pier  moving with the circadian like rhythm of each wave.  I remember that morning:  witnessing...

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