I have a great affection for swimming pools. Jumping into refreshing, crystal clear waters in Southern California has always had a way to soothe my senses. I've noticed when my Seattle friends realized that I had a swimming pool in my backyard in Burbank, they appeared to be envious, wondering why someone like me should actually have pool. I would remind them that having a pool down here is not uncommon. In fact, due to the heat, our pools are often not heated. So, I would invite them to join me for a dip into my pool, as I invite T-Boy readers to enjoy my below prose.

The first thing you notice is the fragrance; where the intoxicating perfume of the tiare flower announces to your senses that you are in a magical place, overflowing with tropical vegetation and soothing trade winds. It is the same fragrance that the English seamen on the HMS Bounty first encountered; but they came not for flowers, but for breadfruit, intended as a new food staple for their African slaves in the West Indies.