By Leigh Novak
Previously: “Pool Daze: It Happened One Summer.”
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“That sounded like a pool falling!” observed Joanne Kimzante, an almost-daily poolie who never once lived in the pool’s apartment complex. Joanne was referring to one of the many construction clanks and bangs that sounded during Chicago summer days; although this particular noise, in my ears’ opinion, was no different than any other to occur that morning. Joanne’s comment was just one of the batty remarks I heard pass her vampiric mouth in all the summers of her polluting our pool.
Posted on September 5, 2007