Growing up in Parsippany, New Jersey in the 1960’s, my younger brother and I would spend the summers at the community pool in our apartment complex. It was a very functional set up, the kind of pool environment you’d find in most places around the world. It was your typical rectangular shaped pool, surrounded by concrete and plastic lounge chairs, and e…
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