"Want to go to the pool?" Smitty suggested.
"Nah, I don't have a bathing suit." I was too lazy to walk one block to my grandmother's to get one also knowing I'd probably be ordered to go to three stores.
"I'll give you my father's?" Smitty offered. Since I was loopy from the heat, I said yes.
Sonny Smith, Tommy's father weighed north of 200 I was 152 when I was 15. (the day before I was weighed at tackle football practice with the OLGC Rams). Sonny's boxer trunks could of doubled as surrender bloomers for my big grandmother.
After we put our sneakers and junk into the wire baskets and got our wrist bands, I ran outside to a blast of heat and jumped in the John Jay water holding the suit up with both hands. The material came up all around me like a science fiction sized jelly fish. I didn't care, the zipper was broken and that became my main concern. I spent my pool time juggling: holding my trunks up and keeping my stuff locked up. I won a quarter though. Joan had a girl, Christine.
Here are photos from 1969: Tommy Smith, Ray Bellinger ~
Uncle Mommy and me, godparents at Christine's christening
and a link to photos of John Jay Pool, Cherokee Place and 78th Street.