She assures me, I was a natural

In our pool in Fort Meyers, Fla. 1969

Last week, I emailed my Mom, asking her for any pictures of me from either my 9- to 11-year-old swimming era, or my brief but illustrious high school era. I was planning another blog post about swimming you see.

She said she'd be damned if she couldn't find any.

But she sent this, assuring me: you were always a natural.

Thanks, Mom.