STEVENSON HALL HHH HASH # 85

Date:  March 9, 1986 

Weather:  clouds, 40's, frozen ground melting to mud

Set by:  MJ

Runners: Pascal, Jackson, Weinstein, Effross, Evy, Cornman, Courtney, Baker, Moore, Eric 
Levin; Rookies David Isaacson, Rob Waltner 

"First to Cooler" Cornman  

Description, comments:  Start on Old Road north of the African Methodist Episcopal        Mt. 
Zion Church, which seems to cover most possibilities for a Sunday hash. Through roads to the 
AT + T tower where the pack ignored the exhortation to climb-it's actually rumored that they 
never even found the tower.  Then through the woods to the new sewer line running all the 
way from Raymond Road to who knows where.  Any alert veteran would have headed right 
down the  cut to Raymond Road but the pack dutifully followed every false trail through woods, 
thorns and mud.  Minds of sheep.  In the event, the path did zig and zag along the  sewer trail 
built to serve the next 10,000 inhabitants brought into the area by the brokers and bankers 
infesting the town. Perhaps disgusted by thoughts of the future, or just anxious for something 
more urban, Baker desperately reversed through the woods, not stopping until he reached the 
route 27 Shoprite (sic) which reminded him of Philly and calmed him somewhat.   It was 
vintage Baker-- a  misdirected longcut- and no one saw him again until after the beer.  
Perhaps the woods were full of halucinogens, because at roughly the same time Weinstein, 
Moore and Waltner cut in the opposite direction and arrived, bereft of marks as well as good 
sense, at Route 1. Down Route 1 they went following the path of Joe Burns' Hash of Pain until 
they met the "wrong" end of Raymond Road.  Passing within 30 feet of the cooler they sped 
down Raymond Road, meeting marks with relief and, I'm sure, undeserved feelings of 
superiority, as the pack was still mired in the woods.  They uncharacteristically realized they 
were running backwards and followed the trail correctly through a construction area into the 
terminal thickets surrounding the endpoint, Macon's Inn.  But quality will tell, and this trio of 
tyros managed to get lost, again only 30 feet from the cooler.  So what do they do?  Down 
Route 1 again, this time from the other direction, and once more into Raymond Road, passing 
for the third time within a few yards of the cooler. One can only feel pity for such undeveloped 
noses for beer.
            Meanwhile, back in the sewers, the pack had slogged along the muddy trail, crossing 
streams, attempting to lift manholes marked "in", and generally muddling through.  They 
emerged along a side path through a backyard into a development.  Through the cheerless 
streets they ran, Pascal and Cornman playing macho along false trails, until they reached 
Raymond Road, Evy in the lead.  But it was not for long as she turned right (wrong) not left 
(right) on Raymond Road.  Here we lost Effross and Jackson as both ran past a large "F" into 
some Tennis Club.  Jackson returned as Effross continued his dash to nowhere.  Meanwhile 
the pack had found the construction and entered the thorns.  Cries of pain and anguish mixed 
with "on-on's" as they approached the end. Pascal once more overran the cooler (looking for 
snakes, Bob?) as Neds Jaaxon and Cornman emerged from the woods.  Jaaxon saw a broken 
cellar window leading to a dark, evil-smelling interior.  In went his head and Cornman was first 
to cooler.
Next Hash:  Ned/Evy's #86 2:15 March 23, Stevenson 91 BE THERE OR ELSE.