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Hash Hotline: (562) HASHITT
November 21, 2010
LET ME JUST SAY THIS……..”THIS” What a pleasant drive I had on my way to the hash this last Sunday morning. Why, Because I didn’t have Leaning Hard riding with me babbling THE WHOLE FUCKIN’ WAY. I got to listen to the 2 Beatles radio shows the entire time. I also have Sundays off from brewmeister duties. It’s VFW’s turn folks if you’ve been in a state of mental aloof and haven’t noticed yet. I’ve been relieved to consulting services. I get at least one panic call a week from VFW. But last Sunday things seemed to be flowing just fine since Boys R Us was looking very comfortable, pretty much just consuming one after another and Pinky hadn’t turned into the Hulk so, drink up and shut up. As far as the day’s festivities…… Sin D Bare would reenact his first ever laid trail which he originally did about 14 years ago and chose Nov. 14 to do it since it was his 15 year hash analversary. I guess it’s all my fault since I made him cum to that first hash. Sorry about that everybody, especially to Tweedle Me. Anyway, he told us hare lies and complained about a torn ligament which I “quietly” retorted, “wait let me go get my Stradivarius” to the audiences delight. The hare was off and everybody was completely uninspired. Beer needed to be consumed and quick because there were only 15 minutes drinkin’ time unless you’re Pillsbury and you take your mug on trail with you. JAKOB learned this by the 2nd beer check. More or less on that later. Less, in fact…… Perhaps that’s all I’ll mention of it altogether. Probably a good idea. The Harriet’s were in perfectly fine physical form (and we’ll just stop there) as shards of wood protruded from many a hasher. I realized then how fast I would be running that day. Slightly slower than the harriets would be. Poor Aim asked what happened to my old blue van stating that it was practically that of legendary Slop Hog status. Well, kids I had to donate it to the Disabled Veterans Society since I drove it into the ground like the VW Bus I had before it and the current Van I drive now. Like my parents before me the blue van and this current one were donated to a great charity, only that my parent’s charity was ME. Don’t laugh or “NO BEER FOR YOU.” Hard in the Saddle was irritated (more like pissing like a little girl) since the Snooze posted the wrong run start for his trail next week. I don’t know what makes him think anybody would show up anyway. Kind of a moot point. Koo Koo 4 Cock wore her inscribed hash necklace backwards to be different. No need, honey. If you keep showing up to the hash (and she does) and you feel comfortable here you are indeed different. Other terms to describe this would be: Unique, Weird, Fucked up.
Hash Website:www.lbh3.org
VFW explained very crassly that you could read her necklace just fine if you engage her in a 69 position. Ignorant Fart made a long awaited return to LBH3 only this time he had hair on his nuts. Sin D Bare checked to make sure. The younger Ig knew he came to the right place after he saw what uncle Iggy brought home (Winona Jugs, Yee Haw). Ignorant Fart began fishin’ for cougar immediately. Hi Speed was on that shit before he could breathe. He was saved when Fruit of the Loom retched up that morning’s Ensure and prune juice cocktail and the pack was off…………. Whistles had to be silenced since we first passed a horse track. Much of the run was the impossible to avoid horse trails, which smelled like my bathroom and Pillsbury Blow Boy’s car (I’ve never been in it but rumor has it….) not that Pillsbury’s car is my bathroom. Achey Breaky Fart’s car is my bathroom (funny side note: my spell check doesn’t ask me to correct the word ‘Fart’. Achey and Breaky, yes. Fart, no). At one point we had a little trouble solving a check until JC Superscar shouted, ”there has been a rudimentary attempt to find trail in this vicinity.” I don’t know what that means either. We continued down horse trails along side several Rolling Hills Estates estates. That’s a joke ya stupid computer grammar check but thanks for helping me spell the word grammar. The first beer check put us atop a hill/cliff looking over Torrance. Stumbelina told me of his and Beefeater’s coming trip to Belgium, which made me quite jealous. Beefeater was in a solemn mood and had her mind on other things. Apparently there is not enough viagra in the world that can help Stumbelina after a day of hashing and drinking. After the beer check we came to a very steep and sandy slope. We had been here before many times over the years. When you get to the bottom you become target practice for the local paintball hoodlems. This time it was a construction site or gangs had the day off. Gliding down the slope was like I was walking on the moon. I kicked sand all over Cums in a Tube who was pathetically wiping his ass down trail. The returning Squish was at the bottom cleaning the festering sand granules out of her foo foo….I mean shoes. Moving on we passed the White Cliffs of Dover on the right. I came upon Sparky who was cruising along and hanging in there giving Horny Toad an excuse to walk. We passed a little break area for the workers (or ‘shroomer’s den) complete with a no smoking sign. As we crossed Crenshaw (or Crenshore according to Fungus) we passed the business of Zodonski and Wallowits. A couple nd of fine Jewish accounts. We were now upon the 2 beer check where Sin D Bare drove up for a visit. JAKOB began drinking heavily since he missed his butt buddy Obi Wan. Leaning Hard popped in the middle of trail from out of nowhere claiming he got lost when making a directional decision (really?). He said “It’s always a crap shoot.” There were plenty crap shoots all over these horse trails and I’m pretty sure they were from VFW. Late cummer’s Tits Ahoy and Weed Whacker were seen running trail backwards. They are going to love the sand slope. I heard a rooster in the distance cackling the theme to The Odd Couple and we were On In.
Hard Drive was the FRB. Sin D Bare told me that while in Greece he got an email from Pillsbury reminding him that he needed a run posted for the snooze. Sin D said he scouted today’s trail using Google Earth while dinking wine in Athens. Apparently we were in 4 different cities during this trail and I never knew which one. What do you think I am a geography major? ….OK, maybe I am but that doesn’t mean anything. OK let’s move on. At the On in there were lot’s of ‘boozin it up’ Harriet’s. Ignorant Fart now looked very nervous. Down Downs commenced with Chinball Wizard (the guy you never see on trail but do at the start and down downs) and Pinky, the everlasting GM. During down downs there was a Fungus infestation. Yes, Fungus Amungus fought past his pain and had a blast observing and participating in all the fun. We were happy to see him. Actually Fungus was on trail but nobody saw him. What else is new? He made an announcement that he was running for GM. Scooter paid a visit with his pussy fag dog (OK, it’s a rescue. Probably got fucked in the ass by it’s previous owner although I’d be a little worried about Scooter if I was the dog). When Scooter was called up for returner Fruit was quick to point out that Scooter’s real hash name is Chester Closet Queen. Scooter connivingly changed his name when he came over from Guam where his mother hash is. A visitor from Guam blew Scooter’s cover one LBH3 morning. Fruit and Scooter exchanged words just like old times. Off (not the insect repellent) received his 25 run patch. That’s like 1 a year for him. Koo Koo 4 Cock assumed beer bitch duties and when she needed help she called to what she referred to as her assistant bitch which was Leaning Hard. He preferred assistant dick. A hashit nomination went to Venus De Penis for parking her car into another car and leaving Lance a Nut to stay home and pound out the dent. I nominated Fish Lips (as I did the last time she showed up) and Hashit went to Fish Lips (as did the last time she showed up). This time for saying to a new boot “so, your name is New Boot?” Last time for saying “happy Cinco de Mayo” when it was Mexican Independence Day. Hey Fish Lips, next time you show up you might want to make sure I’m not there. We all retired to Lampost Pizza except for Fruit. Another 15 year old shitty trail, Last Train to Cuntsville P.S Special thanks go out to Spell Check.
LBH3 WEAKLY SNOOZE STATS Run Date: Hares: Place: Miles: 5 New Boots: Returners:
11/14/2010 Run #: 1421 Sin D Bare Rolling Hills, City Hall, PV drive North Attendance: 79 Jody Foster, Lizet Mendoza Cockulus, Damian, Honey Do Me, Ignorant Fart, Joey Buttafucku, Scooter, Squish, Fishlips Patches: Stumbelina 100 Hare Patches: OFF-25 Hare bag ON ON: Lampost Pizza Run Notes: All trails, scenic, views, hills, lots of horseshit, 2 beer checks, A to B Hashit: Fishlips for being "Blond".She asked a Hasher what his Hash name was. He replied, "I'm a new Boot". Fishlips then said, "So your name is New Boot?"
» Date 12-5 12-12 12-19 12-26 1-02 1-09 1-16 1-23 1-30
Run # 1424 1425 1426 1427 1428 1429 1430 1431 1432
Receding Hareline
Hares Last Train & Achey Breaky Fart Dickoreater Take a #, her Daughters and Poor Aim Sin D Bare Princess of Incest & her Ladies in Waiting Marquis de Sade Victoria's Secretions Hozer & Friends Pinky & Chin Ball Wizard
Comments Blonde Run Santa's Escape from LA Happy Birthday, F*k Me SID's Birthday Run Outgoing Gms Run
Location Costa Mesa TBA TBA TBA TBA TBA TBA Griffith Park Norwalk
REHASH: THIS DATE IN HASH HISTORY
Run # 582 Date: 11/19/1995 (15 years ago) Place: Palos Verdes Hares; SNAGGLEPUSSY and some virgins Miles: 7 Attendance: 51 This run had a rare 11 o’clock start time to allow hashers to r-r-race in the “Conquer the Bridge Run” beforehand, and it began at Malaga Cove Plaza. The pack did its usual schmoozing until FRUIT blew his whistle and we were off in pursuit of SNAGGLEPUSSY and some studly male virgins that she had recruited to help her. We ran uphill and across a golf course to a check next to a bridge. Whistles could be heard in two directions from this point, so scribe TUNA TACO chose to follow the sound coming from the fire road. Here he ran into MR RAT’S ASS and NUT N’ HONEY. This was the correct direction and trail continued westward. After passing through a baseball diamond, we arrived at the beer check where X LAX was observed chasing a peacock. TUNA TACO speculated that he was trying to catch Thanksgiving dinner. From here, most continued on the trail while a few chose to hitch a ride to the end in the Slop Hog, which was acting as the beer van. Down-downs were led by a solo NO DOUCHEE NO NOOKIE because Co-GM NUT N HONEY had taken off early so he could prelay (??) that afternoon’s Foothill Hash trail. We had a bunch of returners (DESIGNER DICK, HUGGIE BEBE, WHIPPET OUT and others) and SNAGGLE’s virgins, Dave and Mark, did down-downs for being both new boots and hares. To no one’s surprise, the hashit went to SNAGGLEPUSSY for wimping out and not conquering the bridge. The on-on was at Hennessey’s. ALSO IN NOVEMBER 1995 - Run # 580 on 11/5 –New Boot John (now known to you as SAY WHAT?) first ran with LBH3. Run # 581 on 11/12 – Someone who gave his name as “Yoggi” was a first time runner with LBH3. Yeah, that would be SIN D BARE.
Write-ups, Pictures, Hash Directions and other Blasphemy MUST BE RECEIVED by Thursday 9pm. Otherwise, IT WILL NOT APPEAR IN THE SNOOZE! e-mail to: [email protected]
Mismanagement Committee 2010 Grandmasters: “Pinky” (714)756-BYOB “Chinball Wizard” (562)858-6353 Hash Cash: “Hi Speed Copulator” (562)822-8400 “Passing Wind” (562)533-2246 On Sec: “Special Head” (562)522-8774 [email protected] On Disk: “Alouette” (714)526-7823 “Achey Breaky Fart” (714)224-2982 Brewmeisters: “Last Train” (714)SLIMEUP “Veteran of Foreign Whores” (559)681-3866 Munchmeisters: “Kammonawannaleia” (714)658-2595 “Wrect Him” (562)228-5199 Trailmaster: “Pillsbury Blow Boy” (562)498-2016 Haberdashery: “Bust'er Hymen” (310) 872-6638 “Princess of Incest” (562)715-1708 Hash Flash: “Snatch of the Day” (562)761-8289 “Venus De Penis” (714)907-3359 Webmeister-Snooze: [email protected] Webmeister-General: “homoSAXual” – [email protected]
Sunday, November 28, 2010, 10 AM Run: 1423 Hares: Pack My Chute, Jock, Jockalyn and a Couple of Bucks... Location: Downtown Long Beach, Cesar Chavez Park, 401 Golden Ave., Near 4th Cost: 5.00 South on 710 Freeway to 6th Street. Take a right on the first street (Daisy) just past the school and overhead walkway. Two blocks to 4th Street and turn right toward the park. Look for parking on 4th, Golden or in the park parking lot. A to B. Stroller friendly. Turkey Eagle Split with a beer check on each trail. Some Shaggy (sic), alley and industrial running. Bring a couple of male deer with you, just in case you want to hang at one of the beer checks for a while. Roast turkey and trimmings for those hashers who did not get any on Thanksgiving. (If you did, then you get peanuts instead.)
Alouette Neva Higgins 707 Nancy Lane Fullerton, CA 92831
November 21, 2010
LET ME JUST SAY THIS……..”THIS” What a pleasant drive I had on my way to the hash this last Sunday morning. Why, Because I didn’t have Leaning Hard riding with me babbling THE WHOLE FUCKIN’ WAY. I got to listen to the 2 Beatles radio shows the entire time. I also have Sundays off from brewmeister duties. It’s VFW’s turn folks if you’ve been in a state of mental aloof and haven’t noticed yet. I’ve been relieved to consulting services. I get at least one panic call a week from VFW. But last Sunday things seemed to be flowing just fine since Boys R Us was looking very comfortable, pretty much just consuming one after another and Pinky hadn’t turned into the Hulk so, drink up and shut up. As far as the day’s festivities…… Sin D Bare would reenact his first ever laid trail which he originally did about 14 years ago and chose Nov. 14 to do it since it was his 15 year hash analversary. I guess it’s all my fault since I made him cum to that first hash. Sorry about that everybody, especially to Tweedle Me. Anyway, he told us hare lies and complained about a torn ligament which I “quietly” retorted, “wait let me go get my Stradivarius” to the audiences delight. The hare was off and everybody was completely uninspired. Beer needed to be consumed and quick because there were only 15 minutes drinkin’ time unless you’re Pillsbury and you take your mug on trail with you. JAKOB learned this by the 2nd beer check. More or less on that later. Less, in fact…… Perhaps that’s all I’ll mention of it altogether. Probably a good idea. The Harriet’s were in perfectly fine physical form (and we’ll just stop there) as shards of wood protruded from many a hasher. I realized then how fast I would be running that day. Slightly slower than the harriets would be. Poor Aim asked what happened to my old blue van stating that it was practically that of legendary Slop Hog status. Well, kids I had to donate it to the Disabled Veterans Society since I drove it into the ground like the VW Bus I had before it and the current Van I drive now. Like my parents before me the blue van and this current one were donated to a great charity, only that my parent’s charity was ME. Don’t laugh or “NO BEER FOR YOU.” Hard in the Saddle was irritated (more like pissing like a little girl) since the Snooze posted the wrong run start for his trail next week. I don’t know what makes him think anybody would show up anyway. Kind of a moot point. Koo Koo 4 Cock wore her inscribed hash necklace backwards to be different. No need, honey. If you keep showing up to the hash (and she does) and you feel comfortable here you are indeed different. Other terms to describe this would be: Unique, Weird, Fucked up.
Hash Website:www.lbh3.org
VFW explained very crassly that you could read her necklace just fine if you engage her in a 69 position. Ignorant Fart made a long awaited return to LBH3 only this time he had hair on his nuts. Sin D Bare checked to make sure. The younger Ig knew he came to the right place after he saw what uncle Iggy brought home (Winona Jugs, Yee Haw). Ignorant Fart began fishin’ for cougar immediately. Hi Speed was on that shit before he could breathe. He was saved when Fruit of the Loom retched up that morning’s Ensure and prune juice cocktail and the pack was off…………. Whistles had to be silenced since we first passed a horse track. Much of the run was the impossible to avoid horse trails, which smelled like my bathroom and Pillsbury Blow Boy’s car (I’ve never been in it but rumor has it….) not that Pillsbury’s car is my bathroom. Achey Breaky Fart’s car is my bathroom (funny side note: my spell check doesn’t ask me to correct the word ‘Fart’. Achey and Breaky, yes. Fart, no). At one point we had a little trouble solving a check until JC Superscar shouted, ”there has been a rudimentary attempt to find trail in this vicinity.” I don’t know what that means either. We continued down horse trails along side several Rolling Hills Estates estates. That’s a joke ya stupid computer grammar check but thanks for helping me spell the word grammar. The first beer check put us atop a hill/cliff looking over Torrance. Stumbelina told me of his and Beefeater’s coming trip to Belgium, which made me quite jealous. Beefeater was in a solemn mood and had her mind on other things. Apparently there is not enough viagra in the world that can help Stumbelina after a day of hashing and drinking. After the beer check we came to a very steep and sandy slope. We had been here before many times over the years. When you get to the bottom you become target practice for the local paintball hoodlems. This time it was a construction site or gangs had the day off. Gliding down the slope was like I was walking on the moon. I kicked sand all over Cums in a Tube who was pathetically wiping his ass down trail. The returning Squish was at the bottom cleaning the festering sand granules out of her foo foo….I mean shoes. Moving on we passed the White Cliffs of Dover on the right. I came upon Sparky who was cruising along and hanging in there giving Horny Toad an excuse to walk. We passed a little break area for the workers (or ‘shroomer’s den) complete with a no smoking sign. As we crossed Crenshaw (or Crenshore according to Fungus) we passed the business of Zodonski and Wallowits. A couple nd of fine Jewish accounts. We were now upon the 2 beer check where Sin D Bare drove up for a visit. JAKOB began drinking heavily since he missed his butt buddy Obi Wan. Leaning Hard popped in the middle of trail from out of nowhere claiming he got lost when making a directional decision (really?). He said “It’s always a crap shoot.” There were plenty crap shoots all over these horse trails and I’m pretty sure they were from VFW. Late cummer’s Tits Ahoy and Weed Whacker were seen running trail backwards. They are going to love the sand slope. I heard a rooster in the distance cackling the theme to The Odd Couple and we were On In.
Hard Drive was the FRB. Sin D Bare told me that while in Greece he got an email from Pillsbury reminding him that he needed a run posted for the snooze. Sin D said he scouted today’s trail using Google Earth while dinking wine in Athens. Apparently we were in 4 different cities during this trail and I never knew which one. What do you think I am a geography major? ….OK, maybe I am but that doesn’t mean anything. OK let’s move on. At the On in there were lot’s of ‘boozin it up’ Harriet’s. Ignorant Fart now looked very nervous. Down Downs commenced with Chinball Wizard (the guy you never see on trail but do at the start and down downs) and Pinky, the everlasting GM. During down downs there was a Fungus infestation. Yes, Fungus Amungus fought past his pain and had a blast observing and participating in all the fun. We were happy to see him. Actually Fungus was on trail but nobody saw him. What else is new? He made an announcement that he was running for GM. Scooter paid a visit with his pussy fag dog (OK, it’s a rescue. Probably got fucked in the ass by it’s previous owner although I’d be a little worried about Scooter if I was the dog). When Scooter was called up for returner Fruit was quick to point out that Scooter’s real hash name is Chester Closet Queen. Scooter connivingly changed his name when he came over from Guam where his mother hash is. A visitor from Guam blew Scooter’s cover one LBH3 morning. Fruit and Scooter exchanged words just like old times. Off (not the insect repellent) received his 25 run patch. That’s like 1 a year for him. Koo Koo 4 Cock assumed beer bitch duties and when she needed help she called to what she referred to as her assistant bitch which was Leaning Hard. He preferred assistant dick. A hashit nomination went to Venus De Penis for parking her car into another car and leaving Lance a Nut to stay home and pound out the dent. I nominated Fish Lips (as I did the last time she showed up) and Hashit went to Fish Lips (as did the last time she showed up). This time for saying to a new boot “so, your name is New Boot?” Last time for saying “happy Cinco de Mayo” when it was Mexican Independence Day. Hey Fish Lips, next time you show up you might want to make sure I’m not there. We all retired to Lampost Pizza except for Fruit. Another 15 year old shitty trail, Last Train to Cuntsville P.S Special thanks go out to Spell Check.
LBH3 WEAKLY SNOOZE STATS Run Date: Hares: Place: Miles: 5 New Boots: Returners:
11/14/2010 Run #: 1421 Sin D Bare Rolling Hills, City Hall, PV drive North Attendance: 79 Jody Foster, Lizet Mendoza Cockulus, Damian, Honey Do Me, Ignorant Fart, Joey Buttafucku, Scooter, Squish, Fishlips Patches: Stumbelina 100 Hare Patches: OFF-25 Hare bag ON ON: Lampost Pizza Run Notes: All trails, scenic, views, hills, lots of horseshit, 2 beer checks, A to B Hashit: Fishlips for being "Blond".She asked a Hasher what his Hash name was. He replied, "I'm a new Boot". Fishlips then said, "So your name is New Boot?"
» Date 12-5 12-12 12-19 12-26 1-02 1-09 1-16 1-23 1-30
Run # 1424 1425 1426 1427 1428 1429 1430 1431 1432
Receding Hareline
Hares Last Train & Achey Breaky Fart Dickoreater Take a #, her Daughters and Poor Aim Sin D Bare Princess of Incest & her Ladies in Waiting Marquis de Sade Victoria's Secretions Hozer & Friends Pinky & Chin Ball Wizard
Comments Blonde Run Santa's Escape from LA Happy Birthday, F*k Me SID's Birthday Run Outgoing Gms Run
Location Costa Mesa TBA TBA TBA TBA TBA TBA Griffith Park Norwalk
REHASH: THIS DATE IN HASH HISTORY
Run # 582 Date: 11/19/1995 (15 years ago) Place: Palos Verdes Hares; SNAGGLEPUSSY and some virgins Miles: 7 Attendance: 51 This run had a rare 11 o’clock start time to allow hashers to r-r-race in the “Conquer the Bridge Run” beforehand, and it began at Malaga Cove Plaza. The pack did its usual schmoozing until FRUIT blew his whistle and we were off in pursuit of SNAGGLEPUSSY and some studly male virgins that she had recruited to help her. We ran uphill and across a golf course to a check next to a bridge. Whistles could be heard in two directions from this point, so scribe TUNA TACO chose to follow the sound coming from the fire road. Here he ran into MR RAT’S ASS and NUT N’ HONEY. This was the correct direction and trail continued westward. After passing through a baseball diamond, we arrived at the beer check where X LAX was observed chasing a peacock. TUNA TACO speculated that he was trying to catch Thanksgiving dinner. From here, most continued on the trail while a few chose to hitch a ride to the end in the Slop Hog, which was acting as the beer van. Down-downs were led by a solo NO DOUCHEE NO NOOKIE because Co-GM NUT N HONEY had taken off early so he could prelay (??) that afternoon’s Foothill Hash trail. We had a bunch of returners (DESIGNER DICK, HUGGIE BEBE, WHIPPET OUT and others) and SNAGGLE’s virgins, Dave and Mark, did down-downs for being both new boots and hares. To no one’s surprise, the hashit went to SNAGGLEPUSSY for wimping out and not conquering the bridge. The on-on was at Hennessey’s. ALSO IN NOVEMBER 1995 - Run # 580 on 11/5 –New Boot John (now known to you as SAY WHAT?) first ran with LBH3. Run # 581 on 11/12 – Someone who gave his name as “Yoggi” was a first time runner with LBH3. Yeah, that would be SIN D BARE.
Write-ups, Pictures, Hash Directions and other Blasphemy MUST BE RECEIVED by Thursday 9pm. Otherwise, IT WILL NOT APPEAR IN THE SNOOZE! e-mail to: [email protected]
Mismanagement Committee 2010 Grandmasters: “Pinky” (714)756-BYOB “Chinball Wizard” (562)858-6353 Hash Cash: “Hi Speed Copulator” (562)822-8400 “Passing Wind” (562)533-2246 On Sec: “Special Head” (562)522-8774 [email protected] On Disk: “Alouette” (714)526-7823 “Achey Breaky Fart” (714)224-2982 Brewmeisters: “Last Train” (714)SLIMEUP “Veteran of Foreign Whores” (559)681-3866 Munchmeisters: “Kammonawannaleia” (714)658-2595 “Wrect Him” (562)228-5199 Trailmaster: “Pillsbury Blow Boy” (562)498-2016 Haberdashery: “Bust'er Hymen” (310) 872-6638 “Princess of Incest” (562)715-1708 Hash Flash: “Snatch of the Day” (562)761-8289 “Venus De Penis” (714)907-3359 Webmeister-Snooze: [email protected] Webmeister-General: “homoSAXual” – [email protected]
Sunday, November 28, 2010, 10 AM Run: 1423 Hares: Pack My Chute, Jock, Jockalyn and a Couple of Bucks... Location: Downtown Long Beach, Cesar Chavez Park, 401 Golden Ave., Near 4th Cost: 5.00 South on 710 Freeway to 6th Street. Take a right on the first street (Daisy) just past the school and overhead walkway. Two blocks to 4th Street and turn right toward the park. Look for parking on 4th, Golden or in the park parking lot. A to B. Stroller friendly. Turkey Eagle Split with a beer check on each trail. Some Shaggy (sic), alley and industrial running. Bring a couple of male deer with you, just in case you want to hang at one of the beer checks for a while. Roast turkey and trimmings for those hashers who did not get any on Thanksgiving. (If you did, then you get peanuts instead.)
Alouette Neva Higgins 707 Nancy Lane Fullerton, CA 92831
