But then I realized that even the most basic description "The main drag consists of two one-way streets which travel in opposite directions" would include the disclaimer "The number of stoplights along them have doubled from two to four".
So, what the hell?
Not surprisingly, the first place that Cousin Kathy and I visited was the public swimming pool. If we weren't at the library or on the tennis courts on a summer afternoon then we were splashing around here from the time we were only allowed in the "baby pool" until well after the first frightening jump off the high diving board.
My uncle was park superintendent. Every year he gave either me or my cousin a swimming pass for our birthday. ( I always hated
(Disclaimer: The high dive is gone, and there are now cool beach scenes painted on the walls.)