I’m not sure if it was the tap water I was drinking that reminded me of chlorinated water, but the only thing I wanted to do yesterday was visit my childhood water park, known as Water World, in Colorado.
I’ve got beaches, year-round sunny weather, real palm trees and what do I think of? A midwest water playground where I often got burnt, sideswiped by blue rubber tubes and dragged under water by the current in the wave pool. Then ate funnel cake.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 