Pool Experience, #1,495

I keep very detailed memoirs of every pool I have ever cleaned, starting in the late 60s. The following is a passage that I find particularly memorable, it is in chapter six of book four, page 125. It was titled, simply, "Rosebud."

Today I cleaned a very elegant pool in Rancho Santa Fe. RSF, or "The Fe,"as I call it, is home to some of the choicest real estate in America, and accordingly, the PnA* is phenom. The owner has been a client and friend for years, and is truly a pleasure to service her.

This pool had regal tilings, the type of shit Napoleon or Julius Caesar would have had, had pools been around back then. The water, having been recently drained by my staff, remained in a magnificent azure state, clear as the night is wide, shockingly deep, and stunningly calm.

I couldn't help but marvel at my poolmanship, and the visceral glory that is innate in managing the chemical balance of many thousands of gallons of water.

*Pool and Aqual Centers