PRINCETON HHH HASH #936.2
Date: Wed May 28, 2003
Start Time:  6am Tokyo time
Hare:  Weepee (Take two)
Second Wave:  Hand Solo.

The meeting is 9am-3pm, plenty of time to make
Weepee's 3rd & final attempt at setting in the Bird
Reserve. It's 1pm and the post-prandial jetlagged
torpor sets in. God this meeting is boring, how can I
stay awake?  Only one interesting speaker (me) and my
part is done.  Caffeine is the answer. Cup after cup
of extra-strong gets me through to 4:45pm. It's late,
traffic is bad on every road south.  Traffic is
stopped in the drizzle and the coffee has worked it's
way through the digestive tract.  High pressure
bladder, traffic inches along. Exit 8A, pay the
EZ-pass, improvise bladder relief (do you really want details?).  
Finally get to the bird park at 7pm, pack long gone.  The one right 
thing was to park outside the fence.  Set off, easy trail to follow.  
Wet feet, fields, long grass trampled down by the pack. Construction 
site, must be Dey road. Trail stops at the tree. Set compass for NNE 
and go. Arrow at an acute angle, getting dark no more marks.  
NNE gets me back to the dirt road in the Bird Park.  The bastards 
have come and gone and didn't leave so much as bottle of sake in 
their wake.  That's life.


Hand Solo wrote: "The bastards have come and gone and didn't leave so 
much as bottle of sake in their wake.  That's life." 
How philosophical of you, Hand-san, but wrong on all counts.  The trail 
stopped at a tree among many trees in a verdant, ivy-draped glade near 
the softball home plate farthest from Scotts Corner Road in the park 
next to the preserve.  Your Rolling Rock pony and bag of wasabi peas 
are, as far as I know, still waiting for you, murmuring haiku and 
glistening with morning dew in their sealed containers.  And 90% of life, 
as we all learned in kindergarten, is showing up. 
Hwi-Pi