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November 20, 2008 •
As kids
When we traveled with my divorced dad
We would always try and talk him into staying at a motel that had a pool
The pool meant fun
He considered it a nuisance
It meant he had to watch us
Rather than head to the tavern
Somehow he always found the motel
That looked good as we drove in
But the pool was always closed
Repairs, out of season, any other reason
He'd look at us an grin
"Aww the pools closed. Too bad kids."
"Nothing I can do. I already paid for the room"
He'd leave us alone in the motel room
And walked to the nearest bar
Not to return until late at night
In my heart, I think he somehow had a way of knowing
Which pool was closed
And always chose that motel
