(SOME NOT & SOME) SHALLOW THOUGHTS FROM THE DEEP END WITH MISS JULIE’S POOL BOY, Summer ‘24, the point: And so it begins, the 100 days ‘til Labor Day & Miss Julie & the Pool Boy exchange their traditional farewell. It’s not emotional like Rick & Ilsa on a Casablancan tarmac or romantic like William & Anna on a Notting Hill park bench but more akin to Johnny & Bodie on Point Break’s Aussie surf. The farewell of over 30 times? “See ya’ Labor Day.” Over the next 100 days, MJPB will maybe brush up on his stellar dance moves, lose some dad bod, learn another musical instrument or pen the next great American short story. What is certain, is in the next 14 weeks, that black & white pic of Miss Julie will repeat. It’s MJPB’s favorite & it happens every year whether the swimmer is competitive or struggling to float. It’s where we all exist. We all need a miracle from time to time & we all can benefit with a little bread from Heaven’s sky but the truth is we all live between the miraculous & the manna, in the gray of thrive & a warm body not offering a clue of being alive. We all reside in the picture. There’s no indication of win or loss, no idea of a DQ or PR. Just two people that in a moment, can look at their Maker & say they used their day as best they could, the bucket’s empty. In 100 days, Miss Julie will turn the lock on summer, the paycheck won’t come near the invested time or effort, there’ll be a miracle of a PR or someone learning to swim, there’ll be manna in a last place finish because the swimmer finished & the buckets of Miss Julie & others will be empty & that, whether it’s a random Tuesday or any day of Summer 2024, is exactly the point…