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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 585 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #585 |
| When: | Nov. 19, 2005 |
| Where: | River Road Park in Bellefonte, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Turn the Other Cheek | Message |
| What: Hash #585 When: Saturday November 19, 2005 @ 3:00pm Where: River Road Park in Bellefonte, Wilmington, DE Who hare: (Turn the Other) Cheeks & Bunion Butt D'erections: Best to take I-495. From I-495 northbound - Get off @ Exit 4 (Edgemoor Road) turn right @ bottom of ramp, then quick right onto Edgemoor Road. At the first traffic light, turn right onto Governor Printz Blvd. After about 0.75 mile turn left onto unmarked road with Colony Pools & Rosser Welding at the corners. (If you pass Le Parc Condos on the left you have gone too far). Follow road into River Road Park. From I-495 southbound - Get off @ Exit 4 (Edgemoor Road) turn left @ end of ramp onto Edgemoor Road. At first traffic light turn right onto Governor Printz Blvd. After about 0.75 mile turn left onto unmarked road with Colony Pools & Rosser Welding at the corners. (If you pass Le Parc Condos on the left you have gonetoo far). Follow road into River Road Park. From I-95 northbound - Get off @ Exit 9 (Marsh Road) turn left @ ramp onto Carr Road, then a quick right onto Marsh Road. Go about 1.5 miles east on Marsh Road (crossing Philadelphia Pike along the way) until Marsh Road ends @ Edgemoor Road. Bear left onto Edgemoor Road and go just over 0.5 mile to Governor Printz Blvd. Turn left on Gov. Printz and after about 0.75 mile turn left onto unmarked road with Colony Pools & Rosser Welding at the corners. (If you pass Le Parc Condos on the left you have gone too far). Follow road into River Road Park. From I-95 southbound - Get off @ Exit 9 (Marsh Road) turn left @ bottom ramp onto Marsh Road. Go about 1.5 miles east on Marsh Road (crossing Philadelphia Pike along the way) until Marsh Road ends @ Edgemoor Road. Bear left onto Edgemoor Road and go just over 0.5 mile to Governor Printz Blvd. Turn left on Gov. Printz and after about 0.75 mile turn left onto unmarked road with Colony Pools & Rosser Welding at the corners. (If you pass Le Parc Condos on the left you have gone too far). Follow road into River Road Park. | Hashers |
| Hash Trash | |
| A World Beyond the Great Hash Circle of Light November 19, 2005 Hash #585 Hockessin Hash House Harriers When your hares were sitting around a kitchen table late one night last week, mapping out the plan for today’s Hash and turning up the last of a cheap bottle of Slovakian vodka, the one thought which made not even a blip on their radar screen was of a run-in with the law. So it came as no small shock when, while putting on the finishing touches to the trail, a Delaware State Park Ranger briefly detained (Turn the Other) Cheeks and Bunion Butt along the western shoreline of the Delaware River within the Fox Point State Park, questioned the two as to their intentions, expressed his doubts as to their answers, then unceremoniously tossed them out of the parkland wasteland by pointing to the two mile detour back to legal terrain and told them to beat feet out of his jurisdiction. The khaki clad c☺cksucker didn’t even offer a ride. Luckily, your Hares, having rolled out of a very rumpled bed early on this Saturday to get a jump on the flour work, had plenty of daylight remaining. So in spite of Mister Ranger Sir spoiling our perfectly planned and laid trail, and with the judicious use of the internal combustion engine (read: Auto-Hare), an acceptable Plan B trail was in place in time for the 3:00 pm arrival of a score of Hashers at the River Road Park. The Slobbering Pack, exhibiting the patience of a crack head two days without a smoke, lost the trail less than three minutes after the first call of “On-on!”. After some gentle Hare guidance the Hounds re-captured the scent, circled and then exited the park. If not for the glorious sunny autumn afternoon there would be nothing memorable to note along the trail. We hashed past a sleeping sheepdog, we hashed through a condominium parking lot. We hashed into the area’s one remaining woods, we hashed along the Governor Printz Boulevard (or was it I-495?). We hashed on tippy toe atop creek boulders, we hashed among post-war baby boom bungalows. We hashed ‘til we could hash no more. So we stopped for a beer, then we hashed some more ‘til On-In. Religious Advisor Ergo Hoc Emeritus Delinkwent graciuosly and enthusiastically called all into the Holy Hash Communion Circle, where Goldfish crackers and Yuengling lager were transmogrified into the body and blood of our most cherished Founding Savior Cribsnatcher, who was today absent from perhaps only the twelfth or 13th time since the Hockessin Hash’s Immaculate Inception back on April 29, 1995. Cherry Just Will (a friend and co-worker of Just F☺cking Take It), who appears to know his way around the soft, sexy curves of a bong (“Put your mouth over this hole, put your finger in that hole. Suck on the big hole and wiggle your finger a little in the small hole.”) was welcomed into the congregation. There were more rewards, punishments and other crap doled out in the circle, but none of that helped me get laid, so I didn’t really pay that much attention. The circle was closed and we moved to the warmth and coze of Cheeks’ home. As the bonfire crackled and roared, A Tribe Called Hash encircled the flames. Butthead’s bro’ Just John was at last baptized into the congregation around the conflagration as Puddle on the Bottom, second cousin to Wet Spot. Around the fire pit, yarns were spun and tales of past Hash glories and humiliations were offered to the flames, where one by one they burned brightly for a moment before being carried upon orange sparks up into the chilled night. The Hashers ringed the pyre and seemed to concentrate and contain the flames – flickering golden Hash Faces looked inward toward the white hot blaze while cold and dark Hash Asses aimed out to the infinite black beyond. To remind us that while we enjoy a great sense of belonging with our small circle of Hash Friends, we can enjoy a far greater sense of belonging within the much wider circle that is the Family of Man. So if any of you took Cheeks’ serving spoon from the meatball pot, please return it. Bunion Butt November 2005 | |
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