This Old Men of the Mountain gathering was at the Hilltown Café in Rensselaerville, where the elite meet to eat, and the OMOTM go and cause trouble.
Finally! We have had a few nice days and this Tuesday happened to be one of them. However, the OF’s continued to talk about the rain and storms we have been having. One OF mentioned that the weather on Thursday was like Florida (this may be because many of the Florida snow birds have returned). It rained in some spots on the hill (and the key word here is spots) so hard it was almost impossible to drive and after driving just a couple of miles in horizontal rain then the OF’s would drive out of this hard driving rain like going through a door in a wall. Not a few trickles, the OF said but from wet road to dry road in an instant.
One OF mentioned he was in a storm just like that. He turned off the Thompson’s Lake Road where it was raining so hard that he had trouble seeing his turn, and once down Old Stage Road just a few feet…the road was basically dry…not even a sprinkle. Another OF said he was in Knox and had the same experience. Then one OF mentioned the clouds were like the clouds that hung over the head of Joe Btfsplk (remember Li’l Abner?) and it rained only on him. Some of these rains lasted only a few minutes to maybe half an hour. The longer rains would make the ditches run like rivers one OG said. It goes from rains like that to 80/85 degrees and sun just like Florida. One OF said “I keep telling ya the earth is tipping on its axis.”
To continue talking about the weather the next thing we brought up was about a gust of wind that raised havoc for some OF’s. One OF had a tree go through his kitchen. No one was hurt but the whole kitchen has to be rebuilt. Another had a considerable amount of sofit blow off his home. The OF’s will have to get off this weather topic, but then again the weather has been a tad different for awhile. This scribe is thinking, “Boy, these weather-related stories are getting redundant, I’m going to have to start making things up.”
In the Hilltown Café there is a cute sign; this sign is printed to resemble an authentic parking sign, including the scale. It says: Retiree Parking Only
All others go to work.
Some OF’s found out that during their working careers they may have been standing side by side at many events around the northeast and not known it. One OF played drums in the Schenectady Pipe Band, and his son also played in the band. The other OF played drums in the Village Volunteer Fife and Drum Corp, and his son and daughter also played in this Corp. One OF was and (the scribe thinks it was mentioned) still is the business manager for the Pipes, while the other OF was for a time business manager for the Corp. Same job and they were probably being contacted by the same outfits to either perform or march for them. Apparently these two OF’s could not have had closer extracurricular activities if carbon paper was used to map out their destinies.
How often do we associate with people when just in the matter of conversation similar interests are found? One OF mentioned it could be in a hospital bed talking to the patient in the next bed and out of the blue there is this connection.
Listening to these stories adds credence to the old saw (again with the old saw but many are true) be nice to those on the way up, because you are going to meet them on the way down. In other words try not to be an obnoxious YF, because life will be miserable when you become one of us, i.e., an OF and you have made a ton of enemies.
Those attending the breakfast at the Hilltown Café in Rensselaerville, wishing the state would repair Route 85 as it goes through the village were: Robie Osterman, Bob Benac, Art Frament, Jay Taylor, Mark Graves, Glenn Patterson, Harold Guest, John Rossmann, Ted Pelkey, Carl Slater, Frank Pauli, Lou Schenck, Mace Porter, Gary Porter, Willard Osterhout, Mike Willsey, Ted Willsey, Gerry Chartier, Harold Grippen, Roger Chapman, Miner Stevens, Don Moser, Arnold Geraldsen, and me.