I wasn’t planning on it, but Doublemint was cooking pork somewhere for a lot of people, so when Crabby asked, I agreed, not realizing at the time that this would be my first time as Q of the Stampede. So then I realized I had been at most stampedes for all of Madoff’s year as site Q and he never thought I was up to it. Madoff, I know I am slower than you even though I am a couple of years younger, but dang, man. Anyway, there were no fng’s so there was no intro. At 5:30am we ran east. Hillary, Rameses and Madoff crossed the bridge for the 5 mile route, YHC went straight down Evans, turning around after meeting up with the Rucky Duckers, for a total of a little over 4 miles, and the rest ran some other distance. Big Mic took us out with a great prayer. As always it was an honor to lead.
Madoff says this back blast isn’t good enough, so I wrote this poem . . .
I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro’ endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue – When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove’s door – When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” – I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the little Tippler Leaning against the – Sun!