Fortunately, I am a citizen of the City of Brotherly Love and Sisterly Affection, which means that while my tax dollars are clearly not going to towards filling the growing pothole in the middle of my street they are going towards the operation of the city’s free public swimming pools.
What’s that you say, Philly? Free pools? Now you’re speaking my language. (Well, sort of. I still can't get behind "hoagie." It's a sub, people.) While I was kinda aware that the city had pools, I’d always been scared off by horror stories about the overabundance of chemicals in the water, of crummy facilities, and of gazillions of kids running around.
Well, I can’t speak for the other 70 outdoor pools in the city, but I can speak to the John B. Kelly Pool (Yes! Of the Grace Kellys! Keepin’ it classy, Philly.), which George and I have become quite well acquainted with this summer. Do yourself a favor: put aside all the crap you’ve heard about the public pools and take yourself for a swim.
Nestled in a grassy, tree-lined spot beside the Please Touch Museum in the heart of Fairmount Park, the Kelly Pool is an Olympic-sized swimming hole that is just waiting for you to cannonball on in. Sure, the bottom could use a new coat of paint, sure the rules are no joke (do not even think about getting in the water without rinsing off first), sure you could be the victim of one of those cannonball splashes…but. But guys, it’s free, it’s pretty, it’s clean and there’s all kinds of different types of swims (Adult, Family, etc) so you can, for instance, avoid crying kids or preening teenagers and just hang with boring, flabby adults if that’s your thing. (Clearly, it’s mine). Bonus: While you might have visions of super crowded pools teeming with your neighbors, we’ve never had more than a moderately sized crowd greet us at Kelly.
What are you waiting for? Hop in! CANNONBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!