The bathhouse at Spring Valley Pool as it was in its final Summer. Gone were the sounds of splashing water, lifeguard whistles, and the crackling PA. But the same building stood before me. I could fill in the blanks with my own memories, as everyone who knew this place could. It seemed very odd that this building could withstand so much quiet during the heat of a summer day. Like an old person, with much to say, and without anyone interested in listening, the bathhouse faded away.
June 25, 2011