YMCA

My YMCA opens very early and a small group of us are lined up in the dark at the door. We've become friends we know about each others lives, siblings, children, grandchildren, our pets, what we're reading, what we like to cook, who we care about in baseball, hockey, music, and politics. Even the lifeguard knows which fins kick boards and foam barbells we use. Perhaps this is the best definition of family. I call it YMCA summer camp. It's an authentic loving community.