If you ever needed to find my husband Mike when he would go MIA —— two places to look. In winter it was Barnes and Noble and now that it is summer it would be at the Swim Club. There, Mike came alive. He and his swimming cronies would take over a few lanes to do laps. But mostly they would hang by the side of the pool talking about what they did over the winter.

When I see some of these people they still say how much they miss Mike, being in his lane, doing the breaststroke.