When they first built Milwaukee's huge Hoan bridge over the harbor, we used to sneak up there. That was long ago! The Blues Bros filmed a car jump from one of the unfinished ramps. We used to climb up at night and have the whole bridge to ourselves. Its something like 2 miles long & 200 feet high. Magnificent views of the harbor & city. One day a sherriff car showed up -- we didn't know that they had connected the south end of the bridge. The cop never saw us, but Dennis tossed the bong overboard into the Summerfest grounds. The next day, he scaled a fence & recovered the bong!

Speaking of the Milwaukee lakefront (one of the greatest places on Earth to get high), for three years in a row, on the Fourth of July, I fell down on the rocks in the same place and broke a glass pipe in my pocket. The first time I didn't know it until the next day when the bed was soaked in blood. One time it was a cute little irridescent swirly number, once it was a Tokerator, and once it was part of a homemade instrument that we had. Dennis calls it my Annual Memorial War Wound.