Ahhh... Scribe for the Day, once again! After being reprimanded for a lengthy diatribe in the NYCH3, the G2FMH3 write-up is an open forum: Welcome to my Bully Pulpit!!! {That's what he thinks. --CF}
Sitting here watching TV, it strikes me how much falsehood there is in the world. Clinton always lying (detail unnecessary), a tyrannical mayor pulling the wool over a city's collective eyes (anyone else remember this "affair" happening roughly 3 years ago?), even romance fiction cannot escape.
In the realm of the ridiculous, Janet Dailey admitted to plagarizing 3 "trashy novels" originally written by Nora Roberts. She claimed, after having it discovered 7 years after the fact, that she succumbed to personal pressures in her life (her mother dying of cancer) which induced a "psychological disorder" that she didn't know about (and neither did ANY doctors at the time... or since); a psychological disorder that caused Mrs. Dailey to shirk her writing responsibilities and copy someone else's work. Oh... since that time, while both have become national bestsellers, Mrs. Dailey has become one of the more prolific and recognized writers of the genre, leaving her "victim" in a state of relative obscurity.
Reflecting on this, I began recalling the events of July's Hash......
Legend tells us that many thousands of years ago, a supreme being looked down upon his dominion on earth, and was extremely displeased. Despite his good intentions, wickedness and depravity abounded, a situation that demanded the complete destruction of all the living inhabitants of the planet--sort of a larger scale of the Viet Nam syndrome, where the village had to be destroyed in order to be saved. In any event, the weapon selected for the annihilation was a torrential downpour that lasted 40 days and nights--a little extreme perhaps, but effective nonetheless. Meanwhile, a small band of survivors was holed up in a small, hot, uncomfortable little space.
{Has the reader figured out that the last paragraph is the inimitable voice of NYCH3 On-Sec, Steve Kurtzer? If not, for shame. There's no way Hoffman could write that well. --CF}
{More Kurtzer material of a NYCH3 run. Hoffman, you plagirizing putz. --CF} The storm that came through the city on Wednesday evening, while not quite wrath of God stuff, was enough to screw up a run pretty well. But then, like roaches, hashers will survive anything. Coming out of Grand Central a little before 7pm, I ran into Paul and Eva, under an awning, sheltered against the downpour. After waiting for the storm to abate, without success, for about 10 minutes, we headed a block south to the start of the run, where a pack of about 30 awaited. Finally, around 7:20, the hares arrived and the rain let up. I suppose that the powers of nature finally realized that they can't defeat a hash. Well, at least not completely. Peter and Sue opined that the trail was well marked, and probably intact. They then rushed off to secure a cab, let us know that the hotline would be set early, and sent us on our way.
We headed south, then west. To this point, the trail was intact. We ran further west While most of the pack headed north, several of the rest of us went back east. That was the last I saw of the trail, so I decided to call the hotline, the better to facilitate the exchange of rainwater for beer. I headed north towards this particular hash's 1997 answer to Noah's Ark. {This paragraph could describe any hash. But now, back to Mike's quirky little style . . . --CF}
Oops... seems I better make a $150/hr therapy appointment. Apologies to Steve K., may he see it in his heart to understand the pressures I'm under. Heh, heh, now on to fame, fortune, and notoriety!!!!
On Out
Codicil: Some of the events differed between the Full Moon Hash and
Peter's previous run, gratuitously copied above. {And liberally
edited to fit by your faithful G2FMH3 On-Sec. --CF} Among them:
1) we began at Union Square;
2) the rain started when we hit the Flatiron building (after
running through both the East and West villages);
3) the On-In was a large, empty cop/nurse hangout;
4) a few hashers were engrossed watching the only sport requiring
less talent, exercise, and ability than bowling; although it does
dressing foolishly. {This sport was watching Mke engage in
self-manipulation? --CF}
5) Beth brought her dog ("Shea"? "Lost'N'Found"?) to visit.
6) It wasn't Mike Murphy's 30th birthday anymore.
7) It was a Friday, not Wednesday.
8) Dave Croft was there, but he is not JM, nor did he preside over
the down-downs. This duty went to Fluffy, proving "BrewMaster" is a
"higher" rank in the Mismanagement than "Scribe-for-the-Day" or
"HareRaiser" (us being the only officers present). Considering who we
are, this is appropriate!
Come to think of it, maybe the only similarity in the two runs was:
It rained REAL hard!!!