Levy/Hash

I walked around Levy, into the even lower lower middle class section behind Kroger, bought a paper, and walked home in 32:42.

Late this afternoon, I jogged and walked for 48 minutes, mostly on the Little Rock River Trail, with the Hash, to cover a little bit more than three miles.

SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
On the first Friday after New Year’s, 1934, Karen Shoemaker’s maternal grandmother hosted a post-holiday potluck at her home in Springfield, Illinois, which began a tradition now maintained for five decades; Ellen Shoemaker explained to Ingram that the meal was established by her mother as an excuse for the disposal of holiday leftovers, but that it had evolved into a competitive feast shortly after the second World War, as he gazed at three pies and cakes, at least a dozen cassaroles, and platters of iced boiled shrimp, Oysters Rockefeller, and au gratin potatoes steeped in cheese on one of three folding tables.