Originally Posted by biminiblue

gettingsmarter, I had a whole post about my skydiving days written yesterday, but I lost it to the Ethernet.

I made hundreds of jumps in my twenties. I wish I could say it was my ode to sobriety, but unfortunately the lifestyle was drink, drug, skydive. My first jump was a solo freefall, and I had been drinking Heineken and doing other things all day. It was south Florida in the 70s, though. I think even accountants were looped out of their minds there in those days. Maybe? I know it was everywhere - and I'm a baby boomer, so there were lots of us.

Anyway, have fun with getting reacquainted with freefall. Knees in the breeze and all that.