Yep, after five days of instruction, test-taking, rescue-practicing and how-to-avoid lawsuits, he got his city license and badge of office: a blue, plastic whistle. It makes my ears vibrate when he blows it.
Now he awaits appointment (probably in a week) to a public pool where 15-year-olds can work. Next summer he’ll be old enough to apply to private pools.
More cajones than me. At his age I did not have the self-confidence or the strength to even think about being a lifeguard. Best I could do was delivering newspapers and taking out trash cans for aging widows.