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July 15th, 2009

A Taste of My Youth

Today, the only lane available at the pool was in the deep end, right next to a water aerobics class. I think it was Treading Water For The Elderly or something. Aside from their musical choice (smooth jazz “hits” for solo guitar and drum machine) I had no problem with it. In fact, I kind of enjoyed being next to a bunch of chatty, retired women. That is, until the class started to fill up, pushing old ladies up against my lane line. This meant that every time I turned my head underwater, I was greeted by 15 overweight lower bodies. Never in my life have I seen so much jiggling, post-menopausal thighmeat.

The experience made me crave a little bit of youth, something I think we all need a dose of. So I share with you The Lemonade Stand, a video from the Cole Family Archives, circa July 1990 featuring me, my brother Louis, and the lemonade stand that my dad built for us. (I particularly enjoy Louis’ announcement about 30 seconds in.)

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