On to an even more promising sequel

Something happens to New York runners at night that can only be explained by mysterious changes in the cones in the eye. No one can ever find the trail. And the hares aren't even using colored chalk. Go ask one of our many vision experts. Statistics: Hare: Roy Cohare: Eva. Start: Astor's Place ostensibly - Broadway and somewhere north in reality. Finish: The Black Tiger - Corner of small crowded hot long and loud. We continued to have runners numbering in the twenties - this time mainly Marathon Scots and Kiwis, plus ,7ahn and Leila now gone back (all they did here was drink anyway) - I guess British beer is better in New York than Oslo - it has less far to go. Anyway, the Chicken Eagle trail, set by Roy was a very good trail, as usual, and well-marked. The real problem is that the concept of turning cornets at a check has not sunk in. Well now you know, save yourself a quarter next time. The on-in was also good once we made sure not to get nutmeg beer, and the service by the co-hare was continual and excellent - so much so that when we were looking for her to give her her down down she was nowhere to be found, already ordering pizza. Guy was not emulated in any way. I think the Norwegians may not be the only ones who are drinking too seriously.