Code Brown

There is a break in the heat, kind of--at least there's a wind.

It's nice working in the hotel and at the gas station, where the air conditioning works, where butter wouldn't melt, just soften a bit. Where I actually can get cold.

Dad wanted to go to the pool. So, I took him. We paid six bucks each for admission and as soon as we changed into our bathing suits, someone blew a whistle and said, "Code brown! Everyone out of the water!"

Bummer.

Dad and I, we sat around, in the sun. I bought juice from the concession stand and sat around some more. We watched the lifeguards gather together and then bring out a long net. "Are you sure that won't break it apart and make things worse?" I heard one of them say. "Things are already worse," another said.

I guess Code brown is a pretty serious thing. Everyone wanted to know who the culprit was, but no one would confess, of course. Who would?

Dad and I left after an hour. We didn't look into the pool, at least I didn't. We got ice cream instead.