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On Tuesday June 19th, the Old Men of the Mountain met at the Blue Star Restaurant in Schoharie, and the place was full. The OFs had their usual fare, and the routine is so routine that each OF can order for any other OF in the group. Most of the OFs fall into the old saying “If it was good enough for my father it is good enough for me.” So if the OF’s mom made his dad bacon and eggs the OF eats bacon and eggs.


Most OFs seem to be clones of their dads. This includes the basic diet, the brand of car they drive, the type of tractor they own, and how they dress. Then there are the dads that didn’t give a fig about what they ate, wore, drove, or worked with as long as their food was prepared well, and they looked presentable, and for whatever they were purchasing the price was right.


If some of OG’s fathers drove Chevys then the OG would drive a Chevy even when better equipment came on the market. These OG’s will defend the brand of anything; as long as it carries the name they were brought up with (even if the brand through mismanagement, or not keeping up with current technologies) is now junk these OF’s will be buried with it or in it.


The scribe just picked Chevy (“Drive your Chevy to the levy but the levy is dry”) however it could be Ford, Farmall, Oliver, DeLaval, or Surge — take your pick of anything and substitute your favorite brand.


This morning the OF’s began with the redundant tale of taking pills, and all the OF’s take their share. The OFs brought up the reality that insurance companies are insisting on using the generic pill versus the name brand product. In most cases this works, but there are cases where even though the chemical is the same, and the amount is the same, there is something in the generic that is not the same and the generic doesn’t work. Some of the OFs mention coming up with a side effect that was not there with the name pill, or some say the generic makes them sick, but if the OF doesn’t take the generic they pay through the nose to get the name brand pill that worked before.


One OF said he wasn’t opposed to generics because in his bouquet of pills most are generics but there is the occasional maverick that fits the category of doesn’t work. The OF’s admit they are not chemists, or pharmacists so the OF’s have no clue as to why this happens.


Many of the OF’s take the same pills; in one case the OF’s mentioned the statins, and one OF said when he takes the generic every joint is his body aches, even his clothes touching his skin, but when he takes the name brand it all goes away. Hmmm.


One OF said maybe it was the way he was taking the pill, and this OF said he didn’t take it any different that the others. Which opened the door to a discussion on how the OF’s take their pills and almost to a man the OF’s said they take them after they eat. They plop all the pills into the palm of their hand and gulp them down with some form of liquid…preferably not alcohol… although it is rumored one OF does, however, this OF seems to chug along with the rest of the OF’s.


One OF said our poor bodies, sorting all that out, there must be some kind of gut traffic cop directing pill traffic when it is sloshing around in the stomach acids. This stomach pill officer is probably saying OK Norvasc, you go there, and Proscar, you go there, and Lipitor, you go there. How does all this stuff the OF’s put in there bodies know where to go? Proteins, sugar, niacin, fish oil, vitamins, etc. etc. and then all the pills jump in — the Witch of Endor must be watching over that gastric caldron.


North to Alaska the OF’s traveled at this morning’s breakfast, and this was because most of the OF’s who watch television watch either sports, or some informational show. The show of that information Monday night was about Alaska and its use of natural energy, solar, wind, thermal and the exploration of using the tides. What was interesting was one of the segments showed a young lady mushing her sled dogs along the Alaska pipe line. Then it showed the price of gas in Alaska; it was $4.55 a gallon.


Last week’s report had a lot to do with parenting, and not one OF mentioned Fathers Day. What they did or what they received (if anything) or even if they went to the gas-up. It might have been mentioned further up the line but the ears of this scribe didn’t catch anything. This scribe does have hearing aids but they don’t work in a noisy, crowded restaurant, even when the scribe adjusts the remote to the restaurant band.


The OF’s are attending quite a few graduations, hither and yon, and some of the yons were quite a ways away. These are graduations of the OF’s grandkids. Kids can make the OFs feel old (well so can getting up in the morning) especially when it is the grandkids that are in the caps and gowns, and the grandparents are just as proud as the parents as these young people walk across the platform and pick up their diploma. (This adds to the general lament of the OF’s “are we really that old?”) YEP!


One OF mentioned that one of his grandkid’s graduation class of about eight hundred seniors was as large as some of the schools in Schoharie, Montgomery, Fulton counties (and other counties in the state) put together. In high schools this large the kids are all ready… ready for college, ready socially, and had some very large classes in high school, so as a freshman in college, it is just like being in thirteenth grade.


Those OF’s attending the breakfast at the Blue Star Restaurant in Schoharie and some wishing they were young enough to be back in school knowing what they know now were: Robie Osterman, Bob Benac, Art Frament, Jay Taylor, Mark Traver, Carl Slater, Miner Stevens, Joe Loubier, Roger Chapman, George Washburn, Steve Kelly, Henry Witt, Frank Pauli, Harold Guest, Bill Bartholomew, Dave Williams, Mace Porter, Gary Porter, Lou Schenck, Gerry Chartier, Ted Willsey, Harold Grippen, and me.