You Can Stay at the YMCA

Thanks, everyone, for your nice comments. Your check's in the mail, except for Paul, who made fun of me. Yesterday I was swimming at the Y, which is what I love to do, and there was some kind of tussle between a middle aged guy in a speedo and a young hipster guy who was standing in the pool. The older guy said, "whatever," as in, "whatever, I do look sexy in this speedo despite my belly," and walked away, and the younger guy just stood at the end of the pool, saying, "I don't want him to leave until the cops get here." Yet there was no blood, no one on the bottom of the pool; just a bunch of guys in swim caps. Anyway, I never did see any cops, much to my disappointment. But I did see a woman swimming in a wetsuit, wearing gloves with frog hands. I love Brooklyn.