Walter struggled to put his swim trunks on over his wet buttocks. He hated to let the other men see him lose his balance teetering on one foot but he was too proud to lean against the wall or try to hold onto the locker to steady himself.
Meanwhile his wife Lois was in the women’s dressing room hobnobbing with the other ladies who came for the free swim for seniors on Tuesday nights. All of them rested themselves on the benches and traded community gossip, grandchild stories, worries about children throwing their lives away, and Wal-Mart prices. They showered after they put on their suits, unlike the men.
Because the arthritis class was free, the group shared the indoor pool with the handicapped swim program. This made for a crowded time, but it was worth it – after all, it was free. One night Walter had caught a cold when someone left the door to the outdoor pool open, and since then he had had to wear a t-shirt when in the water. But overall it was good for the limbs.