DECEMBER 3rd, 1997  --  Start:  Mission Bay Visitors Center

	Following MARY POPPINS' philosophy (loosely applied) that 
sometimes it's best to be a wimp, having a sore knee from the 
NORTH-SOUTH INTERCOURSE and running late, I went to the start to 
find out where the end was.  It was about 7:30 PM and the B-van 
was still locked at the start and no end was written.  There was 
only what appeared to be a map on the driver's seat which I could 
not read in the dim lamp light.  Fortunately I had written down 
PROZAC's address from the Hash directory and found the ON-IN.  A 
few other wimps (or gimps?) were already there.  CAPTAIN ZERO was 
either conserving his energy for his next shoot or too tired from 
his last shoot, COCKEYE, and a few others were already there.  
BUNS OF FUN finally arrived with the B-van, the van was unloaded, 
and had to go back to mark the end.  Eventually the pack 
straggled in.  From their comments, the trail apparently covered 
most of the Clairmont-Bay Park area, or at least the pack did.  
No wonder BORT can train for marathons by just hashing!  
	The hares and helpers provided a real feast: turkey, 
sausage, pasta, salads, and more.
	DOWN-DOWNs happened.  Some private parties were dealt with 
and other scofflaws escaped.  I drank for something, but can't 
remember why.  The Sisters Superior ziggy-zaggied.  RAT TRAP kept 
the hashshit for RAT's transgressions.  We all admired the light 
and view from PROZAC's back yard.  Thanks for the hospitality!