| As we like to say, "If you only have half a mind... that's all you
need!" The Houston Hash was founded on May 21st, 1979. Since that
time it has logged over 950 runs. In fact, the 1000th run Celebration is
coming up soon; the weekend of March 13th, 1998. See the “1000th
Run” for more information.
The Houston Hash had founders, of course, and it has Grand Masters in exile and duly elected Joint Masters doing thankless duty keeping things going from week to week. The Hash has several more “mismanagers” lurking about propping up the Joint Masters who prop up the Hash but you won’t hear from them unless someone grabs ‘em and makes ‘em do a down-down for some lame reason or another. The Houston Hash runs anywhere from 50 to 90 people at each run depending on the time of year and competing events elsewhere; like Christmas, or, the Persian Gulf War... There are a number of Hashes in Houston. All are friendly and everyone runs most of them so you’ll see some of the same faces at each Hash. The great thing about this many Hashes and this many people is there’s usually something going on related to the Hash. In fact, in a city this size it’s possible to abandon all your polite social skills and “just be a Hasher.” As more than one Houston Hasher has observed, “Church, home, family, work... who needs ‘em? F*** ‘em all... I’m a Hasher! A Houston Hasher and proud of it.” Most the time it’s someone like Poison Propps or Can't Hound who says things like that, but, hey, it’s an infectious attitude. Yep, that’s Houston. Home of Yuppie Rednecks, rodeo, the oil biz, and a major consumer of some of the worst beer in the world: Shiner Bock. |
