Finally! After much deliberation on where we could put a swing, a few failed attempts and a couple false starts, we hung our swing.
Our first idea was to mount it to a street light. That failed. Epically. We tried a ladder, but at -20 Fahrenheit, an aluminum ladder begins to look sketchy to a guy hold a 50 pound tire. Plan B. I stood on top of my father's truck, swinging a bag with a can of seltzer water in it, attached to the rope, attached to the swing. The seltzer water went up, up, up... then back down, crashing into the windshield before I could pull it back. The wind shield was fine, the can exploded, and everyone else in the truck were scared out of their minds. In the eternal words of my older sister: "I peed a little".
Then we get to our current plan, hang it from the underside of the bridge in town. We were almost ready when I got a call from Justin Stade's mom. We had to rush to the hospital, ruining our plans for the day. I had to stay as close to Stade as I could for the next few days, until I knew the surgery for his brain tumor had gone well. It went well.
PLAN C! Hopefully it would be a success. We chose to hang our tire swing under the bridge so that people or more accurately, hobos, could watch the train go by, and enjoy themselves.