Brooklyn Hash House Harriers Run #202
July 10, 2000 Hare: Christine Hinz
Start: Borough Hall
On-In: Mooney's
Scribe: Lesley Brough

It was a fairly large group of hashers that gathered at one of the many exits to the Borough Hall subway stop for the Brooklyn H3 on Monday
7/10. Christine Hinz was tonight's designated hare, and I, for one, am genuinely happy when a resident Brooklynite chooses to hare the run. Not only do they know the area, which tends to inspire one with a little confidence, but also they often show you more interesting parts of the borough: areas that you never knew existed (as well as ones you possibly never needed to know existed). But most important of all, a native Brooklynite knows the borough's bars--a crucial aspect for any hash. So the instructions were given, and we headed off in the direction of the Promenade--always delightful on a summer evening and especially so this Monday as there was still one tall ship left for our mutual perusal.
Then there was a check which was easily solved and it was off we went once more, passing a church with an imploring "Feeling Rejected?" sign. Not belonging to the Loser-Denomination (at least not today), I continued onwards with my hashing buddies. Next we headed to Cadman Plaza and then on to the Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute, or was it the Law School? Either way, it was some college of higher learning and we ran
through it nonetheless. Not knowing Brooklyn too well, (NB. Brooklyn hare-raiser) I really don't know where we went, but we ran at a swift pace, solving checks briskly, zigzagging in and out of interesting neighborhoods--and even past the abode of the veritable DB2. At this point an NYC JM (who shall remain nameless) knowing that DB2 was out celebrating Mrs. DB2's birthday, decided that a mischievous prank was in order and chalked 'On In #2B' on the sidewalk. Those of us in the know chortled at the childish prank, but sometime later Sucks After Dark and Ewa gained entry to the premises and began knocking on doors demanding to know if a group of sweaty runners had recently been seen in or around #2B. Frightened neighbors assured the two that if there was no barking, the DB2s were out and thus sent SAD and Ewa back out on their merry way. Alice, was similarly confused, but limited herself to politely ringing doorbells rather than accosting the weary neighbors of the MIA DB2s. And from this point, despite Stephen's belief that the On In was on 7th Avenue, it was a mere hop, skip and jump to the true On In at Mooneys on Flatbush. And what a night for guest hashers it was. First, there was the much-awaited arrival of a Mr. Neff, who was unknown to me, but obviously an old-time hasher known to the Kanagas, Hardys and Stiefvaters of the Hash. Apparently he is also credited with starting the West London Hash. An impressive feat indeed. And then in walked new proud papa, Brent York, who apart from recently siring a son, has been off in the depths of the Balkans for the past 6 months or so. Welcome back to both. We also had a virgin, Alison, who seemed to enjoy herself, despite having to return to the start to find the On In destination. Perhaps Stephen's constant attempts at chatting her up were actually working? Down-downs were given to the usual suspects: hare Christine, Paul for running his first ever half-marathon in the Bronx the previous day, Peter for defacing the sidewalk, SAD, Ewa and Alice for following his instructions, Mr. Neff, Brent as returnees and Alison the Virgin. I'm sure there were probably a few others too, but I obviously wasn't paying sufficient attention because I've since forgotten them. Apologies if you are one of them. However, I do remember that the beer and pizza flowed and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Hardy even complimented Christine on her run: the highest possible accolade ever given to a hasher. So Christine, thanks for a good run and a very enjoyable On In. On Out.