CT Nights
This photo was taken December 23, 2008, and marks one of the best nights of my life.
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Fresh off the plane from California, and not yet crippled by single digit temperatures of Connecticut, I went back to my old high school to take care of something I had thought up eight year earlier.
With school still in session, my brother and I spent eight hours shoveling all the snow we could find. Once the sun went down, and school was out, we cut the locks on the gates, ran some cords for lights, and broke out the 40.oz libations.
Until the early hours of the morning, the four of us took turns drifting behind a dump truck, and towing into the jump at thirty miles per hour.
When the session was over, there was talk of getting a larger crew together and doing it all again on Christmas Eve. As fate would have it, it rained the next day. The jump melted to the ground. There was nothing left, save for the muddy tracks left behind by the dump truck. Maybe it was better that way, no cops, no injuries, just good times with family and friends.
