Hash

 We were out for about fifty-five minutes yesterday on a walk with the Little Rock Hash Harriers from Rebsamen Tennis Center.

Levy Trail Loop

 I walked the Levy Trail Loop this morning in 36:46. ...Here is a generalization based on thirty-five and a half years of runs, jogs, and walks through Levy: Poor people of any age will turn to look at every hint of anyone or anything approaching them from behind. No one else does, except for children, unless the person or thing behind them is making a shit load of noise.

The City Museum/Hash

 I was out with the Little Rock Hash House Harriers from the Big Dam Bridge for around an hour and a half this evening. There were only twenty or so along, and I had enormous fun. ...I took three of my four nieces and my one nephew to the St. Louis City Museum yesterday. I cannot count this as exercise. However, it was not a museum at all. It was a vast five-story maize built into the remainder of a downtown shoe factory. It was three hours of unending panic as I failed to keep sound track of three girls aged eight to thirteen. My somewhat brilliant fifteen-year-old nephew could not imagine my worry. The ten- and thirteen-year-old girls are destined to break hearts left and right. Perhaps their apparent kindness will mitigate the damage. ...The eight-year-old is a nearly magical wonder of maturity. Her name is, no shit, Jamima, as in the famous pancake aunt. She is overweight and likes to make funny faces, but she is also the Perkins superstar. I cannot wait to again sit alone with her at 6:30 on a Sunday morning and have her say, "I thought you were my dad, with glasses and a hat, sitting by yourself in that chair with a computer in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other."

I PLAN TO STAB. ...the next person who says "...selected shorts" for a collection of short stories.

Red Loop

 I walked the Red Loop this morning in 35:43. ...Late this afternoon, I drove by Red's house on a way I often take at rush hour. Red's roommate Helen was outside with her somewhat tiny bulldog-looking dog, and I slowed to ask her how Red was doing. She told me Red (known to her as Sammy) has started to slow down with her age, 14, and does not go out very often anymore.

Burns Park Tournament Course

 Ed and I played Burns Park Tournament Course. I scored 90, with nines of 41 and 49. ...My little half-brother John has multiple myeloma. I will drive the rocket car to St. Louis to see him tomorrow. I also look forward to seeing Lindsey and their children Evangeline, 17, Shepherd, 15, Clementine, 12, Juniper, 10, and Jamima, 8 (I have been working on those so that, hopefully, I will be able to call them by name tomorrow at c. 1 p.m., except that they all go by nicknames Eva, Shep, Clem, Juni, and Mimi. Fuck.). ...Hold on. Wait a minute. I went from this morning until three minutes ago, at 6:26 p.m., thinking today was Friday. Now I know it's Thursday. I will drive the rocket car to St. Louis the day after tomorrow, Saturday, which gives me an extra twenty-four hours to memorize Eva, 17, Shep, 15, Clem, 12, Juni, 10, and Mimi, 8. I have to give Richard credit. He had that all down three years before he died.

Red Loop

 I planned to walk the 2.2-mile Red Loop this morning. However, I was dressed in the clothes I plan to wear for the day, and it started to rain hard, so I cut the walk short. I was out for 24:15.

Levy Trail Loop

 I walked the Levy Trail Loop this morning in 37:11. The plumber on 34th Street has a new cat, a big tabby who looks kinda like Joe.

HIndman Park

 I set, I believe, a successful run this morning for the Little Rock Hash House Harriers. About twenty people showed. However, I used the bowl my mother bought when we lived in Fairbanks, Alaska, to hold cold-boiled shrimp cocktail sauce (I think [hope] if you google cold-boiled shrimp, you will find that is what shrimp was called in the 1960s and '70s, back when people boiled raw shrimp for about 75 seconds to make what was then called cold-boiled shrimp. It was, and in Levy, as of this morning, still is, then dropped in ice and thoroughly chilled). I cooked three pounds of it this morning, and it was much celebrated. However, I put the cocktail sauce in that old, old bowl. I dropped it right before I drove John (Finger Picken' Good) Kelly home, and it broke into c. 54 pieces. I picked them all up and threw them into a particularly smelly garbage can.

Rats. I did not show it, but I wish I had not broken that bowl.

Hindman Park

 I spent a sentiment-filled hour and a half setting a run for the Little Rock Hash House Harriers on the dormant Hindman Park Golf Course this morning. Unfortunately, I no longer know a pretty Hasher gullible* enough to think I need her help setting a Hash run.

*in truth, I have never known a pretty Hasher who resided in this category, unless you count A-Mac

Burns Park Tournament Course

 Ed and I played the Burns Park Tournament Course this morning. I scored a 93, with nines of 47 and 46. It is almost pleasant today.

Levy

 I walked the first part of the Ghetto Cat Loop before I remembered an appointment I would be embarrassed to miss. So, I scooted back home on 38th and Orange Streets to complete a 14-minute, 38-second walk.

I PLAN TO STAB...The next person who stops three or fewer feet after they have walked from a grocery store door for any reason other than to prevent injury or death. If they do so to put or take something from their pants or purse, they will die in boiling oil, the selfish motherfuckers. By the way, the same goes for people who put cash into their pants or purse or balance their checkbooks before they have made way for the car behind them at an automatic teller. Pull forward ten feet, you cocksuckers.

Levy

 In my search for the neighborhood cat Red, I found a new loop that could possibly become a standard. It starts on the Levy Trail and extends to a hilly lap around the apartments in which John Kelly once lived. Those apartments, by the way, now have the filthiest grounds I have seen. Trash was strewn everywhere. It looked almost fake, like a Hollywood set. The loop also included a dog who scared the heck out of me. That moment was highlighted by an overweight, cigarette-smoking, sixty-five-year-old robe-clad woman who rushed out to scream at the fifty-pound powderkeg. I had to look hard for Red. Still, at the last moment, I saw her peer toward me from his house as he napped on top of a recliner placed very near a front window. The Red Loop took me 37:34.

Levy

 I walked from my house to 47th St. and back on the Levy Trail at lunchtime today. It took me 13:40.

Levy Trail South

 I walked Levy Trail South this morning in 34:44. The air in Levy is a bit drier, I believe. ...The biographer David McCullough died yesterday. At 11:44 a.m., I am watching a "...for the hour" interview with him on the Charlie Rose Show from 2005. I found it on utube. It makes me wonder whether Charlie, if allowed, could still do the show. This has to be the best set for an interview program I have seen. ...I can't speak for tortillas, but twenty-two years ago, I ate a fair order of fried gizzards from a supermarket in Sacramento.

Levy Trail South

 My idea this morning was to walk two miles without sweating. It was a bad one. I walked the Levy Trail Loop in 36:56.

Maumelle

 I walked 2.1 miles with Ron, Elaine, Kayla, and Jayme around Lake Willistein late this morning. We were out for about 48 minutes.

Levy

 I walked on the Levy Trail to the COGIC and then back home along 37th and Orange Streets. It took me 16:36.

Burns Park Tournament Course

 Ed and I played the back nine of Burns Park Tournament Course this morning. I was nine-over through the first five holes but played the final four in three-over, with a birdie on No. 16. ...For the first time in several days, I drove the '09 Impala. Right off, driving up Orange Street Hill from my house, I wondered what was wrong with the car. It seemed to kind of struggle up the hill. Then, on I-40, it didn't want to accelerate. The light bulb went off after another minute. "Oh, yeah," I said to myself. "This car is fine. It's just the first time this week you haven't driven the 5.7-liter, 400-horsepower police rocket car."

Burns Park Championship Course

 John, Ed, and I played Burns Park Championship Course this morning. It was like a death march. Nevertheless, I was pleased to score about 91 from the silver tees.  I used 33 putts and birdied No. 17 with a pitching wedge from about 105 yards to five inches. ...John said Joe the cat begins prayers like this: "Listen up, God. If you know what's good for you,...."

Lakewood Lake No. 2

I walked with a handful of other Geezers this morning for an hour and eight minutes out and back from Lakewood Lane No. 2.