You never forget your first crane. For me, it was a monstrous 56-story little thing just outside of Toronto. The winds were fierce that fall night and the air crisp. It was so cold that Squirrel Brand had to rock my patented Jay Z Be-Dazzler sweater.
I only got up 3/4 of the way before heading back down. It was a good warm up to the crane which I eventually popped my cherry on...all in all a good night.
Note: the recent increase in Toronto-area postings either means I miss home or that my recent pictures suck. Perhaps a little from column A and a little from column B.
You Never Forget Your First
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