PHHH #823.4 

Date:  April 29, 2001 

Weather: Warm as it's ever been 

Set by: Nonsensei 

Location:  Princeton U. Press, Lawrenceville Woods to Province 
Line Road and back to Brearley House 

Time: 2 hours to infinity 

Hashers: Geezer, Hey YO! Paully, Juicy, Excremental Earnings, 
Llloda, Wacko, Discomfort, Uranus Williams, Ouipee, Catch and 
Release, Tabletoes 

On-In Toastmaster, Spiritual Advisor, and Amateur 
Chiropractic: Saving Ryan's Privates 

Eaten at the On-in: Powerpuff Girls cold cereal 

HASH OF THE SETTING SUN 

In her bid for Hasho Ichiu, the marking of the eight corners 
of Lawrenceville by one hare, Nonsensei overreached her grasp.  
The omens weren't good: a first mark some 200 meters from the 
start, the absence of any of the recent rookies and virgins, 
and Paully's arrival with FOUR bags of Amish Friendship bread 
culture. 

Yet few hares have looked more pleased after 75 minutes that 
the hounds scented out her first mark and followed her 
profusion of  pancake-sized flour spots.  They covered trees 
and grass and dirt and dead things and more trees, taking us 
under 295, across the RCN/dot-bomb wasteland, and through the 
Lawrenceville School's woods. 

There Geezer was inexplicably overcome by a compulsion to 
grovel.  Perhaps it was the presence of all those young 
impressionable minds, gathered to learn of the mysteries of 
life at the feet of one of the school's young masters. 

"I'm terribly sorry--do you mean the first group came 
through here?  They shouldn't have come this way," said the 
FRB, mixing outrage with humility. "When I catch them I'll 
make sure they don't do it again." 

Shades of Dr. NO: so stunned were the teacher and his students 
that they stared speechlessly as the rest of the hash trotted 
after Geezer's lead. 

From there a water break, much crawling where only Nonsensei 
could walk tall, and a stunning array of land half solid, half 
liquid, and half gas:  a fetid, gas-passing morass some mistook 
for Paully's shorts, and dehydrated floodplains leading to the 
canal towpath and Province Line bridge. 

"You liked it? Wasn't that wonderful?" inquired the happy hare, 
awaiting Wacko's and Ouipee's blessing.  And yes, they did, 
hadn't seen that swamp for years, a cracking hash, well marked, 
now where's the water and on-in? 

"Oh, . . . right . . . here's the key, leave it behind a tire 
when you're finished."   We're not finished?  75 minutes, great 
hash, great construction site, let's drink up and call it an 
afternoon. 

"Er, no, there's a bit, well, quite a bit more to go, actually.  
Oh, look, here's Discomfort!"   A false on-in--O dastardly act 
of infamy! For there were all the goodies to be seen again 45 
minutes later, after making our way through a wooded land of 
beaver-cut timbers not a stone's throw from Rt. 1, a deer 
skeleton, checkmarks that lost EE and LLL before a spot-on 
on-in, shadowed only by the nervous passing of pale Amish 
people who refused to break friendship bread with Paully, and 
the urgent departure of Geezer, and then Discomfort, and then 
Excremental Earnings and Catch and Release. 

Still, what goes around, comes around.  The omens remain 
ominous: the body of unidentified man found in the Canal below 
Harrison Street, wearing pale blue polyester pants--no wonder 
Hand Solo's car remains on Prospect!  And had Nonsensei checked 
the Brearley House?  Did she know it was once a funeral home 
recently studied for paranormal activity by the South Jersey 
Ghost Research group (http://southjerseyghostresearch.org/cases
/20056.html)?  As this photo shows, the ghosts of hashes past 
will not soon forget her:  

Next up: Geezer's Flower Power Hash of Treachery and False Hope?  
Or has Nonsensei stolen his thunder?