Dedication To The Stoke

The first time I went to Hingham was trippy. I got there relatively early in the morning and found all these (what I thought were) rocks in the bowl. But the unidentified debris were little actually little tiny bullfrogs. I tried not to run them over but as I got warmed up and skated different sections of the bowl, but I couldn't help but take a few out. When it was me or the frogs, a few of 'em got popped.
The next time I think I went there Stan came with me. I had just rolled my ankle and I filmed Stan doing some skating:

Later on that day these two dudes showed up with an old school Radio Raheem style boombox and a few joints. There names were Andrew and Casey. Casey was a gutterpunk from New Orleans who kept the beats blastin' out the box. I ended up meeting up with Andrew and Casey for a bunch more sessions all around New England that summer and fall.

Always good to meet new friends that are down to skate and travel around and make it happen. Dedication to the stoke from youth, all through the twenties, into the thirties and beyond. Word. Here's a video I filmed of Andrew at Skater's Edge in Taunton later on that fall: