Joyful Cacophony

work out these days at the downtown Y. 40+ year old building, a bit rough around the edges. I joined a couple years back when the private gym I had belonged to for 20 years closed down. The Y is not so posh, but then neither am I, and it has all the facilities I could want for my workout. The other day I got a reminder that it has one definite advantage.

I was walking up the stairs from the basement locker room to the second-floor workout area (part of my workout) when I heard the sounds of a troop of little ones coming from the first-floor lobby. In fact there were not more than 15, no doubt a Summer day camp crew, and they were making the sound always made by a collection of more than 5 kids – joyful cacophony.

OK, not always joyful, sometimes it’s “Miiiiiss, Jimmee spit on meeeee!!!” — but the default is definitely joyful. I never heard that sound at my private gym.

Mind you, if they start letting those little people into the locker room or workout area I will be much less happy about their presence, but they don’t, so I am. Happy, I mean.