PRINCETON HHH HASH #509.4 

Date: June 7, 1995
Weather: Red
Venue: Ewing
Time: ~1:20
Set By: Solo
Hashers: Delay LLLama, Geezer,  Rojo, Steve Smith, Pushnermaybe, Dry
Martinez, My Lips Are Seals, Wacko, Likes It, Safe Sweats, Diane Coogan,
The Milkman, 242, In Up To His Waste  

Descriptions, comments, polemics, and lies: A Solo hash in the Year of the
Cop - what could one expect but vituperative amertume laced with lightning
bolts? Five minutes into the run we were hopelessly lost; Solo had set
marks across a field (he later claimed) and we couldn't find them. During
the search, Pushnermaybe and the Geezer encountered a nice red-shirted
gentleman in his garden, asked about marks, were told there were none, and
left, thanking the sweet old fellow. Ten minutes later we were all back,
trotting across what appeared to be his neighbor's back yard to the street
beyond in the hopes of flour. Suddenly, Red-shirt underwent a frightening
transformation. No longer the gentle farmer, in a instant he became the
Homeowner from Hell; a foul-mouthed screamer whose only reason for
existence was the protection of the sacred rights of private property.
Bluster, threats and invective were the orders of the day, as he followed
us out into the street, shaking with righteous indignation, and white with
anger. Sadly we were still without a clue and several of us were treated to
a number of encounters with this fine specimen of the American Male Idiot
as we searched the nearby streets. To the Geezer: "You better run, the
Ewing police will be here in two seconds. It's $500 apiece!"  To Wacko:
"You better not run, stay here, the Ewing police will be here in two
seconds." This was a frighteningly irrational fellow; not even 242 was
willing to sass him, and there was no hope in the usual grovel-fest. But,
eventually, marks were found, Red-shirt was left still snarling in the
middle of the road, and we were back more or less on track. We traversed
the usual venues; parks, minor-league swamps, railroad tracks, and airports
all made their required appearances. Between the tracks and the airport we
crossed one of the great wasteland fields of recent hash history. Sad
bodies of trees lay drowning in the drying swamp waters lying in the
bulldozer tracks. What had clearly been, not long ago, a perfectly nice mix
of foetid waterways and savage thorns was now a denuded proto parking lot,
the ultimate goal of property privateers. Red-shirt would have loved it.

Back to the Geezer's for the apres, and a titanic struggle between the
Vegetable Liberation Army and the Carnivore Corps. Down downs to Likes It
for what might have been her last PH3 run, and, by mistake, to Pushnermaybe
for his 50th hash (he really has 51.5, it was Safe Sweats who hit 50 on
this run). 

                       #510.4 Wednesday, June 14, 6 pm, 242 sets.
                    #511.4  Wednesday, June 21, 6 pm, Trash Can sets
                    #512.4 Wednesday, June 28, 6 pm, Toxic Waste sets