T-R-A-I-L

Shitty trail (it sucked!)
Shitty trail (it really sucked!)
The Hares have laid another shitty trail
I would rather drink this beer than run your shitty trail
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L

That’s the lyrics to the actual Hash song we sing to the Hares each week. Sometimes it applies more than others. The only thing wrong with yesterday’s Hash trail was some poor marking. That resulted in some of us taking a wrong turn and climbing an unintended hill. Apparently, we followed an old trail marking that should have been obliterated, or fresh powder showing the proper way should have been dumped to prevent the confusion. Oh well, if that’s the most this grumpy old Hasher has to complain about, things are pretty close to dandy. Rather than retreat at the top of the faux hill, we took an alternate way down, then made the rest of the journey to the On-Home along Govic Highway. Not the most pleasant route on a hot day, but you do what you gotta do.

Then the usual after-Hash revelry at It Doesn’t Matter to end the day.

Pubic Head (Scott) was missed at the Hash, but I’m happy to report he has been freed from hospital confinement. I saw him this morning at the Ulticare Hospital in Barretto where he was consulting with the cardiology folks. Hope they can cure whatever it is that ails him, but thankfully, he is showing no signs of stroke damage.

I also learned last night that another Hasher, 18-Kilo Ass (Martin) was severely injured in a motorcycle accident. Lots of broken bones, including a leg, but he’s still in the fight.

And in yet more bad news, I learned today that Joakim, the owner of Sloppy Joe’s bar, passed away last night.

I’ll give the political memes a rest today.

This post from the July 2007 LTG archives recounts a wild trip to the USA that started in Florida and finished in California with stops in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, and San Francisco. I’m thinking I haven’t been back to most of those places since then. Sadly, the photos I shared in a separate post from that trip are gone now. I still haven’t figured out what happened. And so goes another memory from The Story of My Life.

Some other memories from this day in history:

In the end, she proved to be too crazy, even for me.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end…

Today’s YouTube video brings us back to the present and some of the crazy stuff you see in the Philippines. Going on seven years here now, but I still haven’t seen it all. I did get to experience witnessing the eating off of banana tree leaves with the fingers thing recently.

And now for some funny business:

And there you have if from the survivor of another Hash. Now to get on with the rest of my life.

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days