July 17th, 1969. Cliff is outside near Rick’s pool, swimming in it. He can’t believe he’s never swam in Rick’s pool before, considering how long he’s known him. Rick sits next to the pool on one of those extendable chairs, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Cliff goes under the water for a minute, it’s nice and cool— especially compared to the godawful sun beating down on him. How is Rick still wearing a shirt? “Rick! Come on in, s’your pool and you ain’t even swimmin’ in it!” Cliff yells.