KDH3 Mash Trash: 4/28/19
Wankers led us on a merry chase down beauteous State Route 83, over Santa Rosa Pass to Sonoita and the wine country near Elgin, then continued southeast on 83 through what was to the rest of us unfamiliar territory.
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Wankers led us on a merry chase down beauteous State Route 83, over Santa Rosa Pass to Sonoita and the wine country near Elgin, then continued southeast on 83 through what was to the rest of us unfamiliar territory.
My forces have been engaged in Halfmindistan for 15 years, almost as long as my country has been in Afghanistan. It may seem inappropriate to use a military metaphor for blogging about the hash, but if feel as if I’m at war with my hashing blog these days, so here’s a SITREP to bring you up to date.
I could let the Half-Mind Weblog die a natural death … my interests have moved away from hashing, and I no longer have anything of importance to contribute to the hashing community. For some reason, though, I feel I should preserve what’s there for current and future hashers.
I cross-posted this from my Hash House Harrier blog. As a hasher, I belong to a motorcycle hash kennel, the Knuckledraggers. I founded the Baja Arizona chapter, and a few days ago rode with members of the Las Vegas chapter. I’ll leave it to you to figure out the hash names and terminology. —Paul Woodford […]
Tell you what, though, when you reach your 70s the hits come fast and hard. Be positive, Paul (I tell myself). And don’t let this blog become an ossuary.
Whenever we take a road trip, by motorcycle or car or airplane, I post OTR (on the road) updates to social media. When we return, the entry is “OTR fini.” Donna and I, with our friend Mary Anne, drove to Las Vegas Tuesday for a departed friend’s memorial service, which was held on Wednesday. We […]
That leaves Marine One, the callsign used by USMC helicopter crews flying the current president to and from the White House. This is the point of highest danger on my tour, because I refuse to say that president’s name. “Current president” is as close as I come; I have to carefully engage my tongue to my brain lest I blurt out “President Individual One” or something worse.
Democrats in Southeast Missouri are as rare as double-jointed Uyghurs, and tend to keep their heads down.