I spent the Summer of 69 as the lifeguard at the HMC pool. I got the assignment because I was low man on the totem pole, and no one else wanted to be exiled to that distant lonely place. My first afternoon on the job, I opened the gate, took my seat on the tower and awaited the flood of happy swimmers that never really materialized. A couple of hours into the shift, Joe, Jean, and Beth Platt came through the gates and walked over to introduce themselves. As a 19 year old, I was appropriately impressed with the family’s appearance and bearing but was most impressed by Joe’s low key introduction which included his description of his position as “I’m the guy they asked to run the place”.
Over the course of the Summer I was privileged to enjoy the Platt’s company 5 to 6 days a week. The family were all serious swimmers and rarely missed their afternoon swim. Most every visit I would have the opportunity to interact with all of the family members, and quickly developed a respect for the strong bonds, intellect, and humor that characterized the Platt family. Later I would grow to appreciate the contribution that Joe and Jean jointly made to the development of HMC, but truthfully I could not be surprised based on the impression they made on me during that Summer. The picture of Joe and Jean together in the pool struck me as highly appropriate.