Summit Full moon HHH #101

SFMHHH Run #101
When: Monday November 10, 2008 at 7pm
Where: Starting on the South side of Route 22 at the intersection of North Broad Street and Central Ave/Evans Terminal Rd., Hillside, NJ
Weather: 45° windy, and partly cloudy
Moon Phase: waxing gibbous with 91% of the Moon's visible disk illuminated
Hare: Loco Morrow
Hashers (12) Comfy Hole, Dog E Style, Finger In, GI, Great Sex, Just Mark, Keyhole, Loogie, Massengil, Rear End Wrangler, Tubslut, UrangUtang,
The pack gathered under the watchful eye of a bimbo Hillside cop. She patrolled the industrial dead-end street as if it was a crime in progress. It may be unusual for a dozen hashers to gather in an industrial area, parking their vehicles among the semi-trailers. She was notably disappointed when the perps started running toward the woods, and out of her jurisdiction.
The hare gave a half-floured chalk talk. He had to dip into the recesses of his bag to produce enough to make a visible mark on the pavement. It would soon become apparent that he used sufficient quantities on his trail.
As he could no longer control the restive pack, he sent them down the Evans Terminal Rd toward their fate. His last shout was for the pack to try to figure out whom the statute embodied. “Free beer to anyone who can figure it out!”
Trail:
URL for this route is: http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2387927 (Close enough for scribe work)
The pack soon split into self-appointed chickens and eagles, we were reunited within a few minutes for the slog up an embankment and into http://www.newarkhistory.com/weequahicpark.html. We ran around and around this beautifully landscaped urban oasis. We saw most of the views depicted in the above link. However, some were darker than in the old photos.
Loco’s careful and artfully arranged checks kept the hashers within sight of each other for the first part of the hash. Some of the checks sent adventurous suburbanites into the heart of the biggest city in the state. They either were checking or just wanted to get a close-up of a drive-by, or other felony in progress. The perceptive hashers stayed in the confines of the 311-acre Frederick Law Olmsted-designed Weequahic Park.
By and by the hashers came across the above mentioned statue of “Franklin Murphy 846 - 192”

The statue was unveiled in November of 1925 with the inscription:
A END :F HUMANI:Y ENDOWED ::ITH
RA:E ::VI: ZEAL :ND EXE:UTIVE F:
RE :IGHT: AN: ::G:NIZER :::::ER ::: ::::: ::
::::::: :::: :
The trail laid by the hare did not venture out, until the welcome beer check on the very outskirts of the greenery. The police –“for our safety”, supervised the beer-check.
After the BC the trail went back into Weequahic for the most part on a comfy rubberized winding running path. Before departing the park, the hare took the pack past the golf course, not just any golf course; it’s the oldest public golf course in the United States. Weequahic Golf Course: “$20 twilight fees*” as pointed out by Comfy Hole.
*Includes golf cart when available.

After the BC and a well executed ABJ the chickens and eagles bid adieu for the rest of the trail. The poultry hashers stayed along the lake and eventually back in the way they started. The Raptor group hit the streets and up to the gates of the cemetery, was content to follow the marks… Then it got screwed up –the hare had apparently set the trail through the graveyard before 4:45PM. When the pack arrived, they saw the sign telling them to go mourn elsewhere. The gates closed at 4:45PM

That was too bad, Evergreen Cemetery the final resting spot of a few authors whose books we came to know in grade school:
· Stephen Crane (1871-1900), author, best known for his 1895 book The Red Badge of Courage.
· Mary Mapes Dodge (1831-1905), author best known for her 1865 novel Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates.
· Edward Stratemeyer (1862-1930), author and creator of The Hardy Boys (1927) and Nancy Drew (1930) book series.
Undeterred, the pack figured out the hare’s intent and circumnavigated the bone-yard until they found themselves on North Broad St and subsequently Evans Terminal Rd.
Once we were all reconvened in the parking lot, and had a refreshing Estonian beer, the hare gave us Mighty fine directions to the On-On: Rei Da Manivela Translation: King of the winch (or handle used for cranking) for barbecued ribs and chicken.
Within minutes, the full mooners were re-reconvened at a table for 12 in the Portuguese restaurant at, 1452 Lower Road in Elizabeth. Translation: o restaurante português em, mais baixa estrada 1452 em Elizabeth

Circle:
The circle was called to order by the Trail-Master, Massengil at 9:40
LocoMorrow, the hare was given the customary down-down.
UrangUtang, A visitor from Harrisburg Pa was stood up for his welcome to the neighborhood down-down.
Tub Slut was called on for delaying the hash. He was seen following the train tracks toward Philadelphia and parts south. The sight of him on the tracks with his bright light, provoked the image of Hookerman, a New Jersey (sub)urban legend.
During the above business, the server started delivering food to the obviously distracted hashers. Massengil put the circle into intermission at 9:44.
This intermission was not just for white wine and making clever remarks about the first act … oh no, this was filled with the filling of faces. The tables were soon covered end to end with roasted chicken and bbq ribs supplemented with heaping piles of white rice and Monte de French fries.
At 10:21 the lights flickered and the hashers returned to their seats for the resumption of the circle.
Back to the question of the identity of the above-above mention statue. Some guesses included, Eddie Murphy, Freddie Mercury, Benjamin Franklin, and Murphy Brown. The hare declared none to be correct but everyone got all the beer they could handle.
Continuing with the circle, the FRBs was determined to be Keyhole, though his accomplishment of “winning the hash” was disputed by many.
DFL: Tub Slut for not coming in when he should have. He spent way too much time on the train tracks.
The hare was accused of staging an abduction; he snatched Tub Slut off the trail and into his car, very much against his will.
About this time it became apparent that we could say and/or sing any words we wanted since we were the only ones in the place that spoke English.

For sprinting to the beer-check, Dog E Style was at the very front of the pack well into the hash.
For being an over-achiever and thus with surprising energy, Dog E Style. His weekend consisted of Friday: setting Saturday’s Summit trail, Friday night Bimbo hash, Saturday McGuire Mud Run, Saturday Summit Hash, and Sunday: Rumson’s Hashathon and this hash on Monday. Way too much hashing/ running for such an individual.
With that the curtain came down on the second act of the Circle. Massengil bid us peace at 10:33
There were some announcements but time and space precludes their inclusion in this space.

On Out,
DogE Style

Scribe/On-Sec
Summit FM HHH