On Monday, August 17, Shampoo was the hare, but Shampoo had to work late and so missed the run. How then did he lay trail? Magic? No, the far-seeing Shampoo set trail on a very hot morning the previous day. (In the east end at Coxwell and Gerrard, if you care.) So, in the absence of any evidence to the contrary I’ll say the trail was superb, fantastic, a gruelling experience that taxed the mental faculties and physical stamina of the pack. Though apparently the beer check was fun, with its regular Monday Irish pick-up jam session at the pub. I really had no idea.