Mid 1980’s Englishtown swap we bought a very heavy 1940 something fire hydrant. Buddy of mine had totaled his ’67 Firebird on a hydrant so we thought it would be funny to plant in the front yard of his folk’s house one late night. Well that didn't go over too well and we had to remove it and fix the grass.
Between carting it, hiding it, planting it and the continued lugging of that SOB back and forth for years I think in the end the laugh was on us. I had that damn thing up till last year.
Oh to be young and dumb
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When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did, in his sleep.
Not screaming like the passengers in his car.
