Brooklyn 88 – March 11 1996

Instant Replay: Run 88. March 11. 1996. Hare: Jane Kenyon Start: Jay and Willoughby Sts. On In Stubs. Clark and Hicks Sts. “This trail has been so well marked, none of you will need to leave any pack arrows. If you insist however, I have some extra chalk. Does anyone want any?” Hands shot up in the air like Patriot missiles over Tel Aviv. We knew the trail was going to be ill marked, hard to find, and our only chance of finishing this run in the same time zone was to mark every check, every missed turn, every gap in the trail.  How did we know? Simple. It’s the Schnipper Rule, Whenever the hare says the trail’s well marked, you can bet he (she in this case) marks the trail as well as my asshole chews bubblegum. Out came the chalk, Groans: blackboard chalk again. “It was all I could find. Where do you buy hat wallboard stuff, anyway?” Buy? Como? Qu’est ce que sals “buy”? We take it from rubbish heaps, we steal it from the haul-away containers parked outside every renovation project, we pilfer it from the dumpsters near every apartment rehab. Then we cut it into two inch by six inch strips and voila! Dave Cary marking materials. Also, wallboard only comes in white, so there’s none of this rainbow-hued stuff like Jane used. “Don’t worry, I only used the light colored ones,no blue.” Sure, and Trotsky got the ice axe in the head during a freak climbing accident. Just be sure to set the hotline and mark the On In at the start. “I will.” Having Chuck Dugan...

Brooklyn 100 – August 17 1996

What we have here is a failure to communicate. The recent absence of Brooklyn Hash communication is explained by the fact that JM Croft has discovered he has to do some real work and make some real money otherwise, as a resident alien and not a citizen, he mav be deported under the new immigration laws. Either that or he has been a lazy bastard. Anyway, he will try to reestablish normal communications. Instant Replay, Run 100, August 17. 1996 Start: Atlantic Avenue.  On-In: Stubs at Clark and Hicks St. Hare: JM Croft and „IM Nelson Scribe: On Sec Guillermo Metz Hundredth runs, like birthdays, are bitter-sweet occasions. They come only once in the lifetime of a specific hash organization: they mark a certain level of maturity of said hash: yet they also remind the members just how long they’ve been at it. week after every-other- week. True, it’s not like Hong Kong’s eighty-five-thousandth run or anything. but lt does mark an important milestone. However, this was more like a birthday from the middle ages, where the parents trepidatiously waited until the kidlet passed the age of five or so to declare the child publicly lest some disease or mishap carry it off — the Brooklyn centennial marked a certain level of achievement an understandin94t this thing may be around to stay, having survived so far. And so the mood was basically festive. at least for those who enjoy rather than feel compelled to partake of a hash every other week, at the least. The run. the first part of the generai excuse of most hashes (the others being group drinking and...

Ian Cumming 1931-2015 (Hashing 1961-2015)

Ian was born in London, England in 1931, and hashing gained a future star (although it didn’t realize it at the time, as it was not started until 1938). In 1940, during the Second World War, Ian and his sister, like many other London kids, were evacuated to Canada. He liked to tell the story about how he and his sister were delayed on the trip from London to Liverpool, and missed the ship they were supposed to catch, a fortunate delay as that ship was torpedoed. In 1944, Ian returned to UK and to Uppingham School where he made a name for himself by being the first person to walk around Rutland, the smallest county in England, in 24 hours. He found walking with a pack on his back enjoyable so he joined the British Army in the Lancers (they of “Charge of the Light Brigade”). He also joined Esher Rugby Club, his first introduction to singing the many Hash songs he later so often entertained us with. In 1950, Ian climbed Mt. Snowdon in Wales and was immediately promoted to Second Lt., and in 1951, was drafted to Suez, Egypt, where there are no mountains at all. In 1952, he left the army and joined Gestetner, (for younger readers Gestetner made a stencil duplicating machine, which was great for running off hash circulars), where he worked until 1992. The company posted him to various countries in Europe and East Africa until, in 1956 he was sent to Indonesia where he met his future wife, Jane, who was working with MI6, the British secret service; presumably he was...

New York City Red Dress R*n Weekend 2015

Dust off last year’s fashions, because the New York City Hash House Harriers 18th Anal Red Dress Run will be held on the weekend of Sept 19, 2015. To better estimate our beer and food requirements, please register here as soon as possible. Everyone registers before Sept 12 will receive a free name tag.   Friday Sept 18 7:00 pm RDR Weekend PubCrawl Special #109 This is not a r*n.  Standard Pub Crawl Rules apply: you’re on your own for drinks, hotline will be set for each bar. The GGFM committee Saturday Sept 19 3:00 pm 18th Anal Red Dress R*n Special #110 Start: Jeremy’s Ale House: 228 Front Street Transit: 4/5/2/3/A/C to Fulton St. A-to-A R*n; $25 Hash Cash; 2pm makeup; 3pm start Register Here The RDR Committee: HUA, Flabio, and SaltLick Sunday Sept 20 12:00 pm RDR Recovery r*n GGFM #316 Start: SW corner of 96th and Amsterdam Pre-Lube at Dive bar 96th and Amsterdam. Note Early start time! GGFM...

BH3#785

Brooklyn #785 Start: The Corner Of Broadway & Division Hare: Dave Luther (for now) On In: C’mon Everybody Scribe: Just Steve I would tell you a mid-sized pack gathered at the start, but I arrived late so I really don’t know. Believe it or not, the corner of Broadway & Division is not nearly as close to the G train as the hare would have you believe. I figured that out together with Cheeky Bastard, but once we found two vaguely familiar people who might have been co-hares; we went in search of the pack who were scurrying around the neighborhood following a live trail. On-on. Once we caught up to the pack, conflict became the theme of this particular trail. Initially, this was the typically amusing harassment (Where you running to baby?) hashers sometimes face when visiting some of Brooklyn’s less gentrified neighborhoods, but upon entering Williamsburg proper, Turd Dimension was kind enough to take it to the next level and pick a fight with a bicyclist. Fortunately Rack “n” Roller was around to save his punk ass and on we went. Along the G line we continued. Motorists honked at us, dogs barked at us, and we wondered how much longer until we got beer? Around 4.5 miles or so in, we arrived at a great little bar over near Pratt called C’mon Everybody. We were quickly sequestered away from the general population but offered beer and water for our efforts. Much later, pizza would arrive & the circle would begin. I believe these things happened. • The hare drank for being the hare. • We welcomed Hot Climax & Sex...