“Cabbage Night” Frolics Vermont Style
This Story May or May Not Be True
By Dell Hill
was the night before Halloween....In my part of the world that’s
“Cabbage Night”....and quite mysteriously some really wild and whacky
things happen on that night.
I was about 13 years old. Not a good age to let your teenage son outdoors at night, and certainly not on Cabbage Night!
I warned my mother not to let me out, but I sneaked out anyway.
a dozen buddies and I thought it would be great fun to climb to the top
of the steepest street in the city and roll tires down the hill. Not
the smartest idea we ever had.
first few tires went bouncing down the quarter-mile incline, gaining
speed all the way. (Don’t worry, we made sure no cars were coming UP
the hill when we let each tire roll. Whadda ya think we were, stupid?)
saved one special tire for last. It was heavy. Probably because it
still had lots of air in it and it was still mounted on a truck rim!
I had the honors and with a mighty shove, sent it on its way.
I’ve never seen anything roll that fast and bounce that high in my life.
it neared the bottom of the hill it hit something and took a crazy
flight sharply to the left, went at least thirty feet in the air and we
watched in horror as it hit the front porch of a house!
homeowner said it sounded like an explosion as that big old truck tire
and rim slammed first into his porch railing and then caromed around
from wall to wall just outside the front door.
I don’t believe the police ever found out who pulled that stunt.
And don’t bother calling them. The statute of limitation has run out.
Neener, Neener, Neener......