- Location
- Ossining, NY
I thought it would be fun to celebrate Kris's last day of school and preparation for graduation by posting our final moments senior year as we prepared for adulthood (allegedly).
Here is mine:
In 1983, a football team friend and I went out drinking all day (not a good role model) and found ourselves in the paint store by the mid afternoon. Interesting part of it was that he and I never really got along until later senior year and often fought (we played touch tackle on the off-season on different teams). I never played HS football, I ran track and field and most often smoked any running back that set foot on the track - I ran a 4.5 40 yrd dash and a 10.6 100 yrd. and a 14.9 110 hurdles - So that pissed him off as well (he was a lineman and outside linebacker). In touch tackle, I used to get past him on the defensive line every time in. Safe to say it was a rocky relationship
We went into the paint store picked up a few 4" brushes and went back to my house where we grabbed a celery green gallon of paint my mother hated but never threw out.
Behind our High School there was a 5 story abandoned building (consequently are now condos) that were gutted. We used to hang out there and drink a few. He and I grabbed the paint, the brushes and thought it would be a great idea to paint his fotball number and my initials as a right of passage in graduating. Well, we couldn't hang out the windows to paint the numbers and letters big enough for people to see from the school, so he hung me upside down by my ankles while I painted the numbers and letters the entire size of one story (usually 8-10 feet) Safe to say he was quite strong (and I was only 155lbs when I graduated). He literally had my life in his hands.
We finished painting his number "55" and my initials JCJ, chucked the paint and brushes and went our seperate ways. I never say him after graduation but learned a ton from that experience.
Pete Camaralingo,"55" if you're out there, hope all is well.
House
Here is mine:
In 1983, a football team friend and I went out drinking all day (not a good role model) and found ourselves in the paint store by the mid afternoon. Interesting part of it was that he and I never really got along until later senior year and often fought (we played touch tackle on the off-season on different teams). I never played HS football, I ran track and field and most often smoked any running back that set foot on the track - I ran a 4.5 40 yrd dash and a 10.6 100 yrd. and a 14.9 110 hurdles - So that pissed him off as well (he was a lineman and outside linebacker). In touch tackle, I used to get past him on the defensive line every time in. Safe to say it was a rocky relationship
We went into the paint store picked up a few 4" brushes and went back to my house where we grabbed a celery green gallon of paint my mother hated but never threw out.
Behind our High School there was a 5 story abandoned building (consequently are now condos) that were gutted. We used to hang out there and drink a few. He and I grabbed the paint, the brushes and thought it would be a great idea to paint his fotball number and my initials as a right of passage in graduating. Well, we couldn't hang out the windows to paint the numbers and letters big enough for people to see from the school, so he hung me upside down by my ankles while I painted the numbers and letters the entire size of one story (usually 8-10 feet) Safe to say he was quite strong (and I was only 155lbs when I graduated). He literally had my life in his hands.
We finished painting his number "55" and my initials JCJ, chucked the paint and brushes and went our seperate ways. I never say him after graduation but learned a ton from that experience.
Pete Camaralingo,"55" if you're out there, hope all is well.
House
