It might have been a Hash run. Rock couldn't remember for sure, but he was working his way on foot through a busy three-way intersection on the eastern edge of downtown Little Rock and couldn't figure out how to get back to his car.
He knew it was parked at a strip mall on University Avenue near Jeff Krupsaw's house. Nevertheless, he could only guess which way to go. He wasn't even sure where he was. Surely it was somewhere close to I-30, but little about this intersection was familiar, except that it looked typical of other decayed sections of downtown, with dilapidated, shuttered brick buildings and sad people watching the heavy traffic pass by.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Ohio
Rock woke up several hours late for his new job. He was a television news anchor, but he couldn't remember where the station was or when he had last been there. All he knew for sure was that he was in Ohio, his cats Jo and Pam were with him, and that his house was a mess.
It seemed he had achieved a certain level of fame there, but his TV job was done, and he had moved back to Levy. He didn't know why, but his reputation was apparently ruined. He remembered there were stories about his demise in papers across Ohio.
Ten minutes after Rock ate a small PayDay bar, he was nearly certain that his responsibilities were complete and that there was nothing to do but clean his house.
It seemed he had achieved a certain level of fame there, but his TV job was done, and he had moved back to Levy. He didn't know why, but his reputation was apparently ruined. He remembered there were stories about his demise in papers across Ohio.
Ten minutes after Rock ate a small PayDay bar, he was nearly certain that his responsibilities were complete and that there was nothing to do but clean his house.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Disney World
Several Little Rock Hashers were at Disney World in Orlando, including Rock, who shared a hotel room near the amusement park with Emon Maloney, down from his new home in a Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C.
It was hours after they checked in before Rock noticed that the room's walls were decorated with college football logos from schools in the Big 10 and Big 12 Conferences. The only exception was the Southeastern Conference's Texas A&M.
"Hey, I wonder what this A&M logo's doing up here," Rock said.
He began to break down which conferences each of the other schools were in, but after he had gone through a half a dozen or so, Emon interrupted. "Rock, stop it, man. I'm sure your radio audience would be impressed, but I don't care anything about any of this."
It was hours after they checked in before Rock noticed that the room's walls were decorated with college football logos from schools in the Big 10 and Big 12 Conferences. The only exception was the Southeastern Conference's Texas A&M.
"Hey, I wonder what this A&M logo's doing up here," Rock said.
He began to break down which conferences each of the other schools were in, but after he had gone through a half a dozen or so, Emon interrupted. "Rock, stop it, man. I'm sure your radio audience would be impressed, but I don't care anything about any of this."
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
The dating service
This was unlike any dating service Rock had ever heard of, and for reasons unbeknownst to him, he had signed up. It was programmed to match Hash House Harriers with people who were talented and experienced enough at slowpitch softball to have an aptitude for golf. As a consequence, it would match Hashers with someone to whom they could offer golf instruction.
Rock was way out in the woods, a mile or so removed from the Current River and an old, rickety general store near Van Buren, Missouri. As he pulled a strand of toilet paper from the men's room in the store, an overweight blonde woman approached him. Rock did not find her at all attractive.
"I've only played fastpitch softball, but the dating service sent me out here for you," she said.
He didn't know what to say.
Rock was way out in the woods, a mile or so removed from the Current River and an old, rickety general store near Van Buren, Missouri. As he pulled a strand of toilet paper from the men's room in the store, an overweight blonde woman approached him. Rock did not find her at all attractive.
"I've only played fastpitch softball, but the dating service sent me out here for you," she said.
He didn't know what to say.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Time to turn back
Rock was in way over his head. A married couple and their daughter, each close friends of his, had reached the top of a two-hundred-foot climb up a nearly vertical rock cliff. He had ridden with them to this remote site, hours away from North Little Rock, and they were about to leave.
As for Rock, he was fifty feet up the cliff and somewhat panicked. His choices were to continue to the top and ride home with Ron, Elaine, and their daredevil daughter Susy or climb down and wait on the river bank for several more days. There was a group of Little Rock Hashers below, and they were having a blast.
Rock was far past ready to leave, but after a quick assessment, he concluded that a fall was probable if he continued his climb. He would have to turn back.
As for Rock, he was fifty feet up the cliff and somewhat panicked. His choices were to continue to the top and ride home with Ron, Elaine, and their daredevil daughter Susy or climb down and wait on the river bank for several more days. There was a group of Little Rock Hashers below, and they were having a blast.
Rock was far past ready to leave, but after a quick assessment, he concluded that a fall was probable if he continued his climb. He would have to turn back.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Dirty clothes
Paul Azinger was in the hall, evidence that this was a much more significant golf event than Rock expected. Randy Rainwater walked out of their hotel room to speak to him, and Rock suspected from the overheard conversation that Azinger's nice-guy image from television was genuine.
Rock listened as he dug through his suitcase, and it soon became obvious that every shirt he had was filthy. He pulled out one of a dozen and saw it was covered with grease splotches and dried fried chicken crumbs that adhered to the material like old scabs to flesh.
Rock listened as he dug through his suitcase, and it soon became obvious that every shirt he had was filthy. He pulled out one of a dozen and saw it was covered with grease splotches and dried fried chicken crumbs that adhered to the material like old scabs to flesh.
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