This one has a lot more back story in the beginning than I usually write. Usually I like to ignore the "How I met her, our first kiss, etc, etc." I like to move on to the most interesting part of the story as quickly as possible. In this case though, I think it impacts what comes later. I'll let the readers decide if it does or does not.
This story is dedicated to someone who posts anonymously, but signs his posts, "Paul in Oklahoma." He made a comment on another story, that he'd like to see a story with this premise. I'd like to say I immediately started writing this because of that comment, but the truth is, I'm not that prolific a writer and this story was already one I was working on. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind Paul, but I hope you enjoy it.
None of the "celebrities" or television shows in this story are real people or things. I made them all up. I won't say it's based on a true story, because it isn't. Many of the characters in this situation are based on actual people though. There's an incident in this story that may seem unbelievable, but is based on a real occurrence. I'll reveal that one at the end after the story is concluded.
I had intended to finish this story before the pandemic changed my schedule, so it ends before "coronavirus" was ever trending on Google. Consider this to be a period piece, from a time before social distancing.
I'm what most people who aren't extremely wealthy call "rich." I definitely do well for myself, but no one outside Phoenix considers me a mover and a shaker. Most of the truly wealthy who live in places like New York, Tokyo or London are unlikely to know my name. For the record, that name is Leonidas Puckett.
I wasn't born into money but I was born on second base. To get to the lifestyle my nuclear family presently enjoys, I didn't need to hit a home run, I just needed a double. I'm not bragging or trying to be humble. I'm not ashamed of my advantages; I'm also not saying they meant I didn't bring my own talents to the table.
My father had a business making swimming pools. He's David Puckett, the founder of Puckett Pools. He had always wanted me to go into the family business. I didn't want to sell swimming pools. I wanted to make beautiful art. If Dad didn't want me to follow my own path, he should have named me David Puckett II, then just called me Junior.
Dad had his own reason for naming me Leonidas. He never told me the reason until much later in life. I always thought of the name as exotic. I grew up as "Leon," but I always embraced my birth name, Leonidas. It spoke to me of possibilities beyond living in Phoenix, Arizona. I didn't realize then that "phoenix" was also a word from the same language.
My mother died from leukemia when I was six years old, so I was mostly raised by Dad. My memories of her were good, but they could have faded over time. Dad kept them alive. He always made sure she was a constant presence. As I grew up, he'd say things like, "Your mother would be so proud of you." There were always framed pictures of her in the house. When he'd say something like that, I'd look at one of those pictures and see her smiling at me. Dad's words, those pictures, and my own need as a child to remember my mother meant she was an influence on my life long after she passed. The perfect spouse and mother.
Dad never remarried. As a child I did see a few "special friends" go in and out of his life, but he never tied the knot. My mother was always the person he compared every other woman to. As a child I never understood why these people who came into my life suddenly went out of it. As I grew older, I realized my father still loved my mother, and moving on was not easy for him. That understanding took time to appreciate.
The majority of the time I was growing up, Dad took me to work and talked about his business. He would say things to me like, "Someday this will be all yours." Even then I knew it was manipulation. It's the line every father says to their child when they want the child to take over the family business. Not that I knew it was a cliché then, I just felt pressured.
Here's why. As a kid, I liked making art. I had a knack for drawing. I liked colors. One day when I accompanied Dad to a place where he'd been hired to install a pool, I suggested he make the pool's colors match the colors outside. It was an outdoor pool in a backyard that was covered with red rocks. I also suggested that a pirate flag would look awesome because it could look like a scene in Peter Pan.
Dad's dismissive response was, "I knew I should never have let Grandma Ginny give you those crayons."
As it turned out, I was able to make both Dad happy and myself as well. I wound up making designer pools for my father's company. It satisfied my desire to have a creative outlet, as well as his desire for me to be in the family business. The way it happened was, I became a double major in college, Arts and Engineering. Fortunately because of the money Dad had, plus the relatively low cost of in-state tuition and a bit of a scholarship, it allowed me to spend six years in college learning two separate skills. I went into engineering mostly to appease my father, while he allowed me to concentrate on my penchant for art.
I applied myself diligently while in college. While studying in two separate fields, I had my "Eureka" moment. Designing things
was
an art. I could also put my own personal touch on the functional thing created. At some point, I realized I could work for my father and pursue my own passion for art. That is, if Dad agreed.
I was expecting a fight when I said to Dad, "I'll join the family business, but I only will if you let me do my own thing."
Dad just said, "What do you have in mind?"
I'm not saying it was
that
easy, but we discussed it like adults. My father treated me like an actual person, rather than just his son. I told him I'd work in the family business and I'd make art. I'd learn what he had done over the years, but let him know I wanted to design pools that were unique. I told him I thought it could expand his clientele. To my shock, Dad had no issues with it. He just wanted me in the business no matter in what capacity.
It was while I was working I met my future wife, Donna Fox. Donna had (and still has) a body that should be on television. I'm not exaggerating, because she was on television. She used to work for KUCK, a local television station. If you live in Phoenix, I'm sure you have seen the cuckoo bird promotions. That bird sound was a staple of breaking news. "Cuckooooo!"
I'd recently just finished a pool for an Olympic swimmer. Sonia Auerbach was a local heroine. She'd gotten a bronze medal in the breast stroke. While she didn't win the gold or the silver, what she did to endear herself forever to the city she lived in, was get a tattoo of a Phoenix on her right shoulder.
That meant nothing to a national audience. It meant everything here. That tattoo was on full display every time she swam or did an interview. Since most of her interviews were after a race while she was in her swimsuit, Phoenix pride was there for all to see. That tattoo, her medal and the event she won it in led to a series of television ads. This kept her name and face in the public eye. She hadn't yet done a commercial for Puckett Pools, but that was about to change. I included it as part of the deal for designing her personal pool. I did manage to learn something about marketing from Dad while we were working together.
Sonia wanted the pool I designed for her to be practical for her to swim in, and she also wanted Phoenix to be a part of it. I went literal on her desire. At the bottom of the pool was "the Phoenix." I made sure it looked exactly like her tattoo. I went further and had it illuminated when she or her husband pressed a certain button. That bird could light up whenever either wanted. It also had a few variations, like a slow build up to a roaring flame, or just appearing in all of its glory. It was ideal for a party, or just when Sonia and her husband Gunther wanted it to happen. Electricity and water are a tricky mix, but I made it work.
Needless to say as a local celebrity, local media was happy to include a story about her if there was the slightest reason to. Sonia Auerbach was very good about finding reasons. She had a lot of interviews and stories printed about her locally, even if the occasion had nothing to do with swimming. I wound up meeting Donna because Sonia invited the media there for the "unveiling" of her new pool. I was asked to attend by Sonia, and I agreed even though I was a bit media shy. I didn't feel like I had a good camera face.
Sonia made it an easy sell by saying, "It's good exposure for Puckett Pools, even though the attention will be on me. You should come for that. I'll be sure to give you and your company a plug, even if the news crew isn't interested in speaking with you. However if they are, don't worry about having to do interviews. At most, you may get a few questions and your face may be on the air for three seconds. It's a nice face, you have no worries whatsoever."
She made it sound like she'd give me and our company a plug, and I'd be in the background on camera as the designer she referred to. I'm sure she meant it, since this was a story to keep her in the limelight. As it turned out, I got a request for a full interview. I knew that the only reason I got the request as just the designer of her pool, was to find a new way to satisfy the audience that wanted to hear more stories about our local heroine. It looked like KUCK wanted to stretch the story over two days. I was not prepared for a full interview, only to provide a few comments.
It was Donna who ultimately convinced me. Like anyone else in the area, I'd seen her on television. She was even more beautiful and magnetic in person. Sonia was reasonably attractive and certainly had an athletic body. Donna was gorgeous in the way that inspire men to create statues to capture that face and form. It was hard to pay attention to her words while she was talking to me, "So Leon, this will be a separate interview run on a different night. We're killing two birds with one stone here, but I think this could be good promotion for you as a local artist."
So as camera shy as I was, I bit the bullet and consented. It was good advertising, as I'd been repeatedly told, my non-telegenic looks not withstanding. I knew what was expected of me in the interview. I mentioned Sonia a multiple times while I discussed the design I'd created. I knew the story was really about her, while ostensibly the story was about a local pool designer. My hangups aside, I was glad for exposure to tell viewers about the work I'd created. I assumed most people wouldn't care, but some would.
I'd expected after the interview was over the KUCK crew would leave. They were preparing to do so, except for Donna. Donna hung around Sonia and her husband as the crew headed back to the station. While the rest of the television crew gathered their gear, I let Sonia and her husband Gunther know I was leaving as well.
I shook his hand. I'd met Gunther a few times, and always felt he was a great guy. That relationship seemed to be a solid one on both sides, two good people in a happy marriage. "Thanks for allowing the plug. I know this was a bit intrusive."
Gunther smiled and slapped me on the shoulder. "It was Sonia's idea and we were happy to do it. That pool is amazing. We've fucked in it so many times-"
I interrupted, "Well I really should be going. You two have been more than hospitable."
Donna said, "This is the kind of story I love covering. You're a wonderful husband to support her, and also the work of an amazing artist like Leon Puckett." Gunther beamed. Then he started talking again.
"She's amazing and so is Leon. When Sonia swims in that pool he designed, she gets so wet, and I don't mean from the water, I-"
I interrupted once more. "Really gotta go Gunther. Thanks again."
Donna said, "Yes, thanks Gunther. I have to go as well."
