PRINCETON HHH HASH #540.4



Date: January 28, 1996
Weather: Dirty
Venue: NJ Rust Belt
Time: 1:40 
Set By: Solo

Hashers: 

First Wave: IUTHW, Rojo, 242, Geezer, Delay LLLama, Throatwarbler, Jason -
The Cartographer - Huse, Jeff Moriarty, LRF, Rabbi Doolittle, Trash Can

Rookie: Jay Wackospal

Second Wave: Nightmare, Pushnermaybe, Wacko

Bah Bah Bah in the Rust Belt

Descriptions, comments, polemics, and lies: This hour and 40 min trek
through the garbage-infested scrub, extinct railroads, and cheerless light
industry of suburban New Brunswick was vintage Solo: long, wet, cold, and
cruel. In other words this hash was a metaphor for life. At least we were
spared - some of us anyway - having to run it in the dark. We were led
first from the nearly redundant Railroad Road into weed trees and thorns
strewn with bottles, tires, and the other detritus of the sad lives of the
residents of late 20th century New Jersey. The first half hour of this hash
set a world's record for the number of empty liquor bottles per square
meter. Out onto a road with an arrow leading across a loooong wet field of
misery. The soon-to-be-named Cartographer led the way, as all of the pack
save LRF and Throatwarber, (succeeders, no doubt, to the mantle of Mertz
the Silent) followed sheep-like all the way. Of course there were no marks
at the distant edge of the mud, and it took some time to discover the path
taken by the now long-vanished pair of front running bastards. Finally, we
found a long-obsolete railroad, now overgrown with poisonous weeds and
festooned with punji stakes masquerading as junk. The rusted track led us
right to the pair of chagrined miscreants.

A giant radio tower inspired the observation by the Cartographer that we
must be in Baker's Basin, in fact, a mere 17 miles away. At last, the
Geezer's "Are we near the House of Shih?" has been outdone. Most thought
his idiotic 11-mile error would stand until the end of time, but the
Cartographer has snatched the distance record from the Aged One, and with
this deed, gained his name. 

The apres was held just past the fine photo-op at Jujufruit Road in a
fitting venue - the loading dock of the Star Glove and Awning Factory (or
something like that). Perhaps inspired by the solemn part of the hashyear
that we are soon to enter, Rabbi Doolittle told us that he is accepting the
mismanagement's offer of the position of Religious Advisor, vacated by the
departure of Rawsex, who is still under medication. 

Back at the start, we found that Wacko, Pushnermaybe, and Nightmare had
shown up late, and were out running the trail. There was little enthusiasm
for rescue, and we left them to their dark and richly deserved fates. Of
the three latecomers there is as yet no word. 

Among the squalid junk along the trail one splendid object was rescued - a
fine Mace  awarded to Solo for his nasty arrow, and to be given out for
similar acts of capricious cruelty in the future. 

 


#541.4  Sunday, February 4th, 2 pm, Toxic Waste sets 
#542.4  Sunday, February 11th, 2 pm, Wrong Way sets the 1996 G Memorial Hash
#543.4  Sunday, February 18th, 2 pm, The LLLama sets the Losar Hash
#544.4  Sunday, February 25th, 2 pm, 242 sets the 4th Annual Hard Corpse Hash

                   "No Tee Shirts, No Money, No Whining, No Mercy"