Blast from my desert past   Leave a comment

 

Ah, nostalgia.  A friend in Tucson sent a link to an old (09 March 2007) article in the Tombstone Epitaph that features a bunch of familiar (to me) names (both hash handles and the names their mothers’ gave ’em).  Good stuff even if the description of hashing presented is not accurate (even some of the specific local traditions get scrambled).

The plunger Meat Grazer is drinking from is The Shit award, given to some egregious offender of hash norms to carry at the next hash.  That’s me with it in the next photo (I think I got it, this time, for signing The Book upside down and on the wrong page — the Huachuca Hash takes the book very seriously).

About ½ of the attendees at this run were either veterans/active duty military and about ½ were academic professionals.  Some of us were both.  Good times…I reckon; I don’t really remember this run.

 

 

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Posted May 9, 2018 by Drunken Bunny in Made Me Laugh, Running

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