Oh, look! A snack!
If you live near Fitler’s Square, you might see spots of orange flour on the sidewalk or street posts. I haven’t heard the call, “On on…,” but unless I miss my guess, I think it’s one of the trail markers of a local club of Hash House Harriers.
What’s funnier than a bunch of runners in red dresses is that my dog always looks at the flour and thinks that somebody left a meal for her on the sidewalk. So for all you hashers out there, if I don’t stop her from eating it first, here’s hoping you don’t lose your way!