PHHH #1129.9
Date: Sunday, January 14, 2007
Place: Trent'n City Hall to Jackson Street
Weather: Neither black nor white
Time: 50 minutes
Hares: Pyroman, Bumps, and Oliver the Wonder Dog
Hounds: Hey YO! Paully, Hand Solo, OUipeE, Sjorn Dork, Itemized
Seduction, Cliffdiver, Dancing Fool, Hare in my Zipper, Keyless Entry,
Full Moon Smiling, Chris Pilla

Trenton, We Hardly Know Ye

Visits to the city that made what the world took by the Princeton Hash
always elicit mixed emotions, by both the visitors and their hosts. 
What can you say of a metropolis alternately rotting and thriving, 
where Pyro and Bumps are no longer the only straight white couple, yet
the PHHH gets not one, but two, police cars as an escort from City
Hall through Perry Street? Where the brightly painted wall mural to
Dr. King is complemented by the enigmatic, but hardly embracing, sign
reading "Thug da Fuck Out"? Where the hares invite us into their
spacious and stunning abode, where Mark Twain and Hugh Hefner would
feel equally at home, feed them with fancy beers and fine comestibles,
and then boot their sorry asses to the stoop at half time at one of
eight crucial NFL playoff games?

To paraphrase that timeless, classic novel and movie, "That she loved
Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And MD 20/20"
(www.bumwine. com/md2020. html; see also
www.sweatpantserect ion.com/love- story-movie. html). Yes, in the great
counterclockwise arc of the mean streets and government plazas we
traversed on a gray afternoon that concluded with a Wachspress double
cross pointing through the Puerto Rican Social Club to the Jackson
Street manse, Bumps served as a beacon and mouthwash in the wilderness
along the Delaware and Raritan Canal.