On my way to college away back in the last century, I landed a summer job that a boy could only dream of having, "lifeguard at the Sands, South Shore, Lake Tahoe." So it was with a broad smile that I drove my ’55 Chevy to the lake and found a room to rent for those three months of summer, 1961.
By McAvoy Layne
On my way to college away back in the last century, I landed a summer job that a boy could only dream of having, lifeguard at the Sands, South Shore, Lake Tahoe. So it was with a broad smile that I drove my â55 Chevy to the lake and found a room to rent for those three months of summer, 1961.
I arrived at dawn to my first day on the job, to clean the pool, and remember the spectacle of sunshine as it bounced off the walls of the Tahoe Basin and into the pool.
I was in awe, and ever so grateful to have such a slack-key job. Soon enough the sun was bouncing off the bottom of the pool itself, and I noticed eight bright shiny circles of light on the bottom. Somebody had hit a jackpot and tossed eight silver dollars into the pool on their way to bed.