PHHH #956.9

Date: Sunday, October 5, 2003

Location: Mountain Lake Park, Princeton Day School

Weather: Unnaturally nice

Hounds: The Red-Faced Chugger, Ouipea

Hares: Hey YO! Paully, Hand Solo, Speedbumps, Brain Injury Volunteer, Nuttin Stuck, Janna the 
lawyer, Dave Driscoll, Craig (nka I've Been Bleeding), Safe Sweats, Bill Coulon from 
Ulan Bator HHH [2nd hash, Geezer], Jan, Jimmy Ruddfutgers, Adam the Polish Twin.

Great writers start with the most dross of materials, things that others pass by unseen in a 
fog of daily ToDo’s. Melding,  weaving and spinning they spend sleepless nights chiseling and 
morphing the words which take on their own existence as precious personal objects.  

A conclusion is just the place you reach when you stop thinking and working.

And believe me, this scribe stopped thinking and working years ago.

So here is the dross, unadulterated by any nonsensical melding or spinning or yoga or pilates.


A Tale of Three Liquids

There is water, there is blood, and there is beer.  All else is irrelevant on a Princeton Hash, 
which made this one shitty indeed.  The Chugger, with some helpful advice from Hwipui, set a 
trail through traditional territory with marks that stood up well to occasional showers the night 
before.  The lack of living legends like A Joy to His Mother, Rojo the Grand Dominatrix, Geezer 
("I've been hashing for 8 months, and I still haven't seen him," confided the Polish Twin) and 
early onset Alzheimer's among Solo, Paully, and Bumps meant the pack actually descended from the 
bridge (Ruckfutgers showing off his climbing skills) checkmark and waded upstream to a shiggied 
exit onto the tired grasspath out to Great Road.  There was nearly more blood than water when 
Janna the Lawyer (potentially our In-hash Counsel) realized she was going to ruin her nice clean 
shoes and $100 running pants; the PHHH hadn't heard that many "Assholes"-- these directed to her 
escort for the day, Nuttin' Stuck, who had invited her along for a little cross-country jog--since 
the legendary Zippit-Pyroman debates in the summer of Ought-One.