I think they're called 'Glory Holes'

With a Not Likely the Shunt (for now) we proceeded to take my mom home for the day. And since this is the view out the kitchen door it was just another hardship (see hot tub post) in our quest to be dutiful. Back home my first born reported the chest pain was worse -but then better this morning. Two Advils later it seems to be just another mysterious working of the human body. He'd spent an hour in a pool for the first time in years the day before so maybe... who knows. And I'd say we'll just ignore the next mysterious pain except that with a tube from your brain to your heart and buckets of scar tissue in the old tubing routes ignorance is only bliss for a little while. So is escaping for a little while -but we do it anyway.