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| Hash Number: | 567 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #567 |
| When: | July 20, 2005 |
| Where: | Crozer-Chester Medical Center, Chester, PA |
| Hares: | Yeswank | Message |
| Calling all Cancers It was the ancient Assyrians who first designated the crab as the symbol for Cancer, because they believed the crab to carry its home on its back. In fact, it's merely her skeleton. They were right in associating Cancers with being attached to their homes, however. The word itself is derived from the Arabic "khan," which means resting place, and "keras," which refers to encircling arms. Put the two together, and you have a picture of a person who places a high value on her home life, and who is extremely caring. Cancer is ruled by the moon, which presides over emotions (the tidal forces within us), home life, fertility, and maternal qualities. It is a water sign, so Cancerians tend to reside near an ocean, lake, or river. And it's the fourth house of the zodiac, which is physically represented by the breast and stomach, whose most pervasive quality is tenacity. Personally - I like the "69" picture, too!! cancer (KAN-sir) The name for diseases in which the body's cells become abnormal and divide without control. Cancer cells may invade nearby tissues. And they may spread through the bloodstream and lymphatic system to other parts of the body. No, not this cancer, but if you have, had or know someone who's had or has cancer - then you cum, too!! This run is set in the shadow of the Crozer-Chester Medical Center - known for their Cancer Research and Care. It is in Chester, PA - at Washington Park - which is at Melrose Avenue and 18th Street. Directions - From 476 - take Exit 1, McDade Blvd - go towards Chester assuming west or south (left, back under 476 if you're coming from the South; or right if you're coming from the North). Go approx 0.5490721576888546 miles (I was using Crusty's handy-dandy map tool) to a light at Melrose Ave - go left onto Melrose. Four blocks, or 0.2696120774629363 miles later - you'll be at the park at 18th. Park, hash. Notes - Cancer is a WATER sign. Prepare for bugs, poison ivy, water crossings, gunfire exchange, hot/humid conditions. From your extremely caring hare - Yeswank! | Hashers |
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| A Chester Molester Hash #567 July 20,2005 HOCKESSIN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS There are challenges large and small, bold and subtle, which all Hares must at one time or another face. There is the challenge of laying an interesting trail over well known terrain - terrain trod and beaten down dusty by the paws of hundreds of earlier Hashers during dozens of earlier Hashes. There is the challenge of simultaneously engaging the souls of the swift Type A-hole Front Running Bastards whilst still satisfying the more contemplative (i.e. slower) Hasher, your current Grand Master and Guest Scribe counting himself among the latter type. Then there was the challenge recently faced and met by the Wife/Husband/Hares Yeswank and Delinkwent. The challenge – take the Slobbering Pack onto the Mean Streets of Chester, Pennsylvania, send ‘em through hardscrabble patches of “Urban Shiggy”, trick ‘em down alleyways and through industrial wastelands, then bring ‘em back alive! On a night smack dab in the middle of this high temperature, higher humidity heat wave (moss seems to be growing more heavily than usual on the northern sides of my balls), we massed at the apparent largest single parcel of green acreage within Chester City limits – Washington Park. Pleasantries were exchanged, beers were quaffed, there may have been a joint smoked, then we were off. The trail markings were kept simple – lots of Arrows and no Falses that I could discern (it wouldn’t do to lose track of a Hasher in these environs). Through streets of rowhouses and across college campi we slogged. Bemused citizenry first gawked and then welcomed the Sweaty Pack. A trio of Urban Youths scampered along for a block or two, fell back and were replaced by two more riding double on a rusty Spyder bike. No beer stop was offered, nor was it needed. We twirled the circuit in less than 45 minutes and were glad of it. Arriving back at the park, we (and by we I mean me) swilled large volumes of beer. The pack assembled in a Holy Circle roughly described by Butthead as Centerpoint with a Circumference of 25 or so Hashers. The Hares were chastised, then Delinkwent insisted that they be chastised with a second and third cup. Regular visitors Cause for Blindness, Tinkerbell and Penis Colada were honored. Your G.M. thoroughly f*cked-up the beautiful attempted Naming Ceremony for Just Justin and Krist Kristen. Formal Baptism of these two waits another day. A grill appeared and we all ate wieners and other picnic fare. Sunset ushered in cooling winds, and the full moonrise cast cool blue shadows. Some fireflies sparked and Toby the Dog got his belly scratched. Then, all too soon, the summer eve’s spell was broken and we spirits winked away into the night. POST SCRIPT: How great was it that Cums Early trekked the hundred miles or so up from Newark just to bring us beer? | |
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