Brooklyn #237 – November 26 2001

Brooklyn Hash House Harriers  Brooklyn Hash House Harriers  The “It’s Come To This/Blue Shopping Cart Hashmobile” Hash  November 26, 2001  Run # 237   Hare:  Christine   Start: Bergen St. on the 1,2  On-In: O’Connors  Scribe: Alice  FROM ONE HASH TO THE NEXT.  SOUND FAMILIAR?  NO, I’M TALKING ABOUT WRITING WRITE-UPS, FOR ANOTHER HASH.  Got this pleading missive by e-mail.  Sound familiar?  But then I showed up and Stacie must have had pity on me or something because she almost relented.  Anyhow – even a book only has one preface as far as I know.  Brooklyn Hash – Bergen Street start – It’s surprising how far past Atlantic is when they make you get off the 3 at 14th.  Cheery to get there to be greeted by Christine and 2 cohares.  She always does it solo.  The noteworthier of the 2 of course was the shopping cart.  I stuffed into my brain for later close on in, but I didn’t know where the hell we were so it didn’t matter anyway.  And anyway double park skirting made for not needing to know where the bar was.  I was very lucky just not to be carrying my bag.  Very well marked trail.  Caught up to first check (can’t even do that when I’m on time) and of course Andy wanted to know how.  Ran a little way with Paul and returnee Joyce – she had the sense to go round the park to the right of the Brooklyn Museum and Botanical Gardens on Eastern Parkway so I learned then and there.  Have been meaning to go see some Iranian exhibit...

Brooklyn 235 – November 12 2001

Brooklyn Hash House Harriers  The Veteran’s Day Hash  November 12, 2001    Run # 235     Hares:  Crofty & Ewa    Start: Clark Street on the 1,2  On-In: Sparky’s, on Court Street  Scribe: Stacie  It was Veteran’s Day, the biggest national non-holiday of the year.  Since most of us are too old or too young or too lucky or too infirm to have fought in our own war, we just straggled into Brooklyn, after work, just like all the other every other Mondays.  A normal hash day, which for nearly-former hashers like me, is exceptional.  I was the perfect amount late: the hare was already there, the pack was still there, and I didn’t have to seek out any cryptic chalk BH3.  Crofty and Ewa turned us out into Brooklyn Heights where the promenade came to greet us after the first check.  “No Towers,” we paused to whisper, peering down to downtown.  We wound our way through the night through the carless streets our silence fed by the brownstone’s warm windows the quiet broken with a subdued “Are you?” “On on”.  And then the moment was over:  back in regular Brooklyn and its grit and shaggy.  Street construction.  A check over a freeway.  Indigenous chalk arrows pointing into shrubbery.  Construction.  A little more construction.  Probably we were in Park Slope–every Brooklyn trail needs its Park Slope.  We started at a subway; I can say with confidence, we ran along the promenade, we did end at a bar.  In between, we were somewhere in Brooklyn, real Brooklyn, trotting pack mark to pack mark.  Soon, very soon, to our hare’s...

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 805

November 30, 2015 Yay!  Finally a trail where I showed my pretty face. Hare – Turd Dimension Start – the steps of Brooklyn Borough Hall, because thinking of an original start location is too much effort. Trail was fine, I knew where the Hare lives, so I made educated guesses along the way which direction we should run.  This is the disadvantage of growing up in Brooklyn, I just plain know my way around.  My guess was that the on-in would be the Tip Top Bar, but noooooo I was wrong.  Turned out to be a new on-in, a pleasant surprise.   Now, thinking back,  I don’t remember the name of the bar, and quite frankly, THEY RAN OUT OF EVERY DECENT BEER THEY HAD.  It was as though they were willing to give us hash cash deals just to kick their shitty kegs.  Thanks Turd, we appreciate the vacuum job. Skidmark made an appearance to the BH3 and brought his “green” tincture.  So we move forward determined to make the Brooklyn Hash into the Hash Hash.   Down-Downs hare – turd dimension – shitty trail kim – virgin – she seemed cool and alas, she has not returned since. cum on moses and whoremaster – not knowing “on call” – really people?  Time for a lesson in calling trail.  When a hasher yells “on call” it means they are running a check, there are marks in that direction, but we are yet unsure if true trail goes that way.  Rule is 3-and-your-on, so if you see one or two marks, you are “on call.” sam – brooklyn virgin –...

Kh3 #93: Tales of the Knickerbocker H3

October 21, 2015 Writeup by Krispy Kringle Past, present and future met at the pre-lube at Emmons Tavern on October 21, 2015 as we celebrated Back to the Future Day. The trail was laid by Man-Doc Brown-Fun. It featured many check-backs, making it all a herky-jerky affair. But first we started off going in circles, ultimately managing our way west, south and then to the first drink check at the North end of Madison Square Park. Some brightly colored concoction was served in test tubes. We then staggered east from the park, then south, then west again. Mass confusion arose on Park Avenue. Super Dave managed to guide us to the second drink check at the South End of Madison Square Park. Spiked Gatorade welcomed our return. Faux Newspapers were distributed retelling some of the events from Back to the Future. Ultimately, we made it to the On-In, One Star. The trail ending up looking like this. In honor of the day, there were two Marty McFly’s on trail: Cosmo-Marty-McTits and Surprise-I’m Illiterate-Marty. There was also a Krispy Doc Brown. Various crimes were committed. Those responsible were held accountable: Geordi LaForeskin was the RA and doled out down-downs. Although there were virgins on trail; they escaped before receiving any abuse. The Hare was assisted by Surprise I’m Illiterate and Frank Lloyd Wrong. The latter did excellent work keeping a steady supply of suds flowing. Visitor, Foul Balls, was from San Francisco. And he had some prior NY Street Cred for taking on former Mayor Giuliani. Tech Use on trail was rampant, both Doggie Erectus and Cum Test Dummy were...
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