Before I move too far away my time in Pueblo, I’d like to say a little something about how much I enjoyed the city itself. It always warms my heart to see any city or town, small or large, take an interest in its history and preservation. Sunday night, my Dad drove my Mom, Eric and me around the town so we could hop out and take pictures of old hotels and motels, churches, neon signs, the county courthouse. (Check out my Instagram pictures here.) It was a great way to end the trip and it made me want to find out more about Pueblo’s history.
I have to be honest, when I found that vintage postcard of Monkey Island that I used in yesterday’s blog, The Least I Could Do, I was pretty proud of myself. And then I wondered if I could unearth any more vintage postcards starring my hometown. I found a few, all of them very cool. So I decided to make a little album and share them with you. And if you have an old Independence postcard that would fit nicely into this album, by all means, send it to me and I’ll add it to the rest.
If I’m lucky, every morning I start my day with a swim. About four years ago, I joined a gym with access to an outdoor pool and ever since, swimming has been a regular part of my life. Because I swim, I tend to have a bit of a tan year round and at least once a day, someone will ask me where I got my tan. I’ll tell them I swim regularly and they will always respond, “Oh, I loooove swimming.” It amazes me how every time I start my first lap, I instantly feel like a child again. I’m not a doctor or scientist, (insert best joke here) but I believe we love to swim because it subconciously reminds us of swimming in our mother’s bellies as fetuses. Feel free to quote me on that.
The other reason I think we love swimming is that it’s sensual. This blog adheres to a strict PG-13 guideline so I won’t elaborate too much further, but swimming is sexy. People with attractive bodies look hot in swimsuits.
I’ve compiled an album of swimming pools, please peruse, comment, if you feel compelled. Summer’s here, it’s time to dive into the pool!
This was photographed by her then husband, Terry O’Neill the morning after she won an Oscar for Network.