There I am again--late morning, lat...

There I am again--late morning, late June 1982--leaning in the humid shack doorway, peering abroad over the sun-blazed reaches of the Hidden Pond pond facility and of my thirsty wistful life: a relentles battery of goldens and white-golds spiking off rippling cast downs and all the squealing, chasing, cannonballing kids, and their lounging, chatting mothers, occasional fathers; and here and there the blonding, zinc-nosed lifeguards roosting in the chrome and orange stands or ambling athwart the hot, sprawling thicken just the last unshowables cowled in regulation navy-blue with white