I’m happy to report that I survived yet another Barathon. For those who don’t know, the Barathon is a six-mile, six-bar, six-beer race held in New Orleans on the second Friday after Jazz Fest. I was there for the first two, in the spring and fall of 1983— and for every one since, except for 1990, when it conflicted with my law-school graduation. For showing up at the second-most Barathons,1 I received the lovely trophy shown in the photo at upper left.
Along the way this year, I took some pictures. To view them, click here. (If you’re looking for me, I’m the one in the red chili pepper shorts.) To see pictures from Barathons Past, click on the year: 2006, 2005, 2004. The 2004 version is where I try to describe the Barathon.
One more thing: Last night at the Barathon, a handful of people told me that they read this blog. Shucks, I’m speechless! Anyway, as a service to those nice people (and as a convenience to myself), I’ve added a “Barathon” category to this blog, where I’ve collected all my Barathon posts. To read scribblings about Barathons Past, look under “Categories” at left and click where it says “Barathon.” Or if you’re too lazy to do that, just click here.
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1 The only person who’s shown up at more Barathons than I have is race director Ron Brinkman.
p.s. (6/3/07): Race Director for Life Ron Brinkman says the award was for being the first Tchoupitoulan. That makes it even more special.
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