Hash

There's a small park not too far from the airport, just off a stretch of interstate highway most people take to get to there, called Granite Heights Park. That's where our Hash run was, our third from there in the last eight or nine months. I walked and jogged it in 47:24, mostly with Elaine.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet

“Did you say, ‘Bill Lee,’ or ‘Billy?’ ’’ Green said.

“Bill Lee. His last name was Lee. He was from Baltimore. I’m telling you, that guy was funny as hell.”

Keith’s door faced the street, and Green saw him withdraw the key from the ignition, and then, through the driver’s side window, Stephen Lardner thirty feet away rushing toward them from across the street. Lardner slowed to let a car pass, then continued forward, running. Green would remember that he was in no way frightened, merely curious. Keith would remember hearing Green say, “What in the world.”

Keith turned to Green, who watched Lardner from five feet away. Keith smiled, turned toward the street to see what had drawn Green’s attention, and then back in the instant before blood burst from his face, propelled by a deafening explosion from Lardner’s hand. There was another and a shattering of windshield glass, and Green knew. He shouted, “Stephen!” He jerked up his hands up to protect himself. Shots continued. Green could see Keith’s left arm stuck through the window, gripping Lardner’s wrist. Lardner’s pistol was pinned against the roof of the Chevette. Keith reached with his right arm to Lardner’s throat, and the gun fired twice more through the roof as Keith fought his way out, leverage established between his right foot and the console. Green reached to open his door. He ducked and rushed around the rear of the car and saw three men sprinting toward them from the restaurant. Keith was out of the car but had lost his hold on Lardner’s throat. Before he could get both hands around the gun, Lardner fired a shot into his left arm and then two more into the door. Keith at last forced Lardner’s hand and the gun onto the car’s hood. “Let it go!” he screamed.