This past Saturday, I was in CT for a board meeting all day. Ryan, Richardo, Jared and I decided to head to Trumbull. Trumbull, CT is my hometown. There are only about 35,000 residents, but there was always a lot to do – 2 pools, tennis, golf, a movie theater and a (frighteningly inhabited) mall.
This past weekend was Trumbull Day. This started (I think) in the early 90′s, as a small gathering for the town residents, but evolved into a large carnival with numerous rides, a huge food tent and corporate sponsors. I haven’t been since 2001, if not earlier, so it was a good chance to go back.
In reality, I just wanted fried oreos. If you haven’t tried them before, find a street fair this summer. Get fried oreos. Call a cardiologist.
Anyway, we made it just in time for some food and fireworks. I have been telling anyone who will listen that the Trumbull Day fireworks are on par with any in the country that I’ve seen, and these didn’t disappoint. I didn’t have a camera handy, but I did manage to get some pictures on the Blackberry.
The finale was so good that people were gasping. The people were the 6-year-olds next to us, but I digress.
It was weird to be back in my hometown too. As I showed my friends around the area I realized that I hadn’t seen some of what I was showing in over a decade. I felt old, but it was very nice to have some good nostalgia while knocking off something on the 101.
As an added bonus, earlier in the day Ryan was jamming on the Steinway after our meeting. Despite having to cut the video short due to inexplicably slicing my hand open on a razor (“Gillette: The Sharpest a Man Can Get. In his backpack. While looking for his camera.”), I was able to get some tape of Ryan playing. Will.I.Am was reportedly very impressed.
