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January 21st the Old Men of the Mountain met at the Duanesburg Diner, and it was another cold Tuesday Morning. Most of the OFs left home and found zero, or a tad below, was the morning temperature ─ not a good way to start the day. As this scribe renders this report to the computer screen it is not any warmer. This scribe also wonders what the future generations will do to keep warm in the cold climates when the fossil fuels run out. They are not infinite you know.

Speaking of the future generations the OFs began talking about making plans from when they exit this world and go to the next. One OF said he wonders how many times we have done that. One OF said he may have been walking this planet as a cow, and when that cow died he came back as a fly, and when the fly died he came back as this OF. Whoops! The OMOTM’s first whacko.

In reality the OFs were talking about how they will leave their personal information like wills, or no wills, things that they would like to see passed on, and to whom. They need to have the next of kin know where they have their personal papers in case the wife has already passed on, or they should both be killed when the motorcycle went off the road. Some of the OFs haven’t done a thing because it is too scary to think about and these OFs don’t want to do it.

Others have everything organized and explained to the kids so there will be as little of a hassle as possible for them when the OF kicks the bucket and his toe doesn’t hurt. A couple of the OFs have their plots and headstones bought and paid for. One OF had the kids come and put stickers on what they want, and let them hassle it out now before the OF is gone, and what they don’t want can be auctioned off, or sold at a garage sale, or hauled to the dump. The OF said, “I’m dead so how can I care? I won’t even know if they speak good or bad, for crying out loud I am dead, no skin off my bones what they say.” Another OF said, “I can add to that, my kids can’t even get along while they are alive; their squabbles are a pain in the butt. I going to leave everything so screwed up that it will take those two years of hassle just to straighten it out. And I don’t care if they wrap me in a sheet, put me on the manure spreader and spread me over the field. Like you say I’m dead…I won’t know.”

Talk about dead ─ that is what the town of Knox is. What it was just a few short years ago, and what it is like today; there is a big difference. The OFs from the hill all remembered Si (Stevens) and the gas station, the country store, and going to the post office, all gone now, and so far replaced by nothing. One OF commented the only thing in the town of Knox now is the church. “But,” said one OF, “There is still the town park, the fire department, and the Taj Mahal-Town Hall.”

The OFs were remembering Si and the gas station, and the people visiting on the porch covering the day’s events and some of the OFs joining in. They mentioned Si and the penny candy and how she scooped out the ice cream and hand-packed it. One OF mentioned how Si went to the garage to get kerosene for them and you couldn’t help her with it even if you wanted to. “Don’t you touch it,” she would say, “I will do it.” What happened? Did it all just find a sink hole and disappear? The OFs said what they have said many times, “We think we have lived through the best of times.”

One OF said that what the town of Knox needs is four large tombstones with RIP town of Knox. Beware of the Ghost of Years Gone By. One OF said, “Don’t be too hasty. Towns and cities have ways of coming back, just like the movie The Lion King where the moral of the movie is the circle of life. Again we can’t improve anything by being negative.” “Spoil sport,” was the retort.

The OFs had some conversation on the Star Program, and in this group almost all are qualified for this program. The forms, though short and do not ask for much information, are quite confusing to the OFs. There is one rule in the third paragraph of the Renewal Application which states: “All owners, including nonresident owners, must attach a copy of either their 2012 federal or state income tax returns (if filed). (Tax schedules and tax form attachments are not routinely required.)” Duh… Which is it? MUST attach, or NOT routinely required?… another Duh…There appears to be something left out here. Or maybe the OFs are old and have lost the art of reading between the lines.

Some of the OFs that watch the news remembered hearing discussions about people taking advantage of the Star Program and were wondering if the new forms were an attempt to plug some of the holes. The OFs just didn’t know and there wasn’t any cover letter explaining the forms. The forms looked the same, but to some of the OFs read differently. One OF remembered his brother-in-law telling him at one time that when people did not understand his directions, or instructions, it was not their ability about understanding ─ it was his inability to communicate the instructions or directions sufficient enough so there would be no misunderstanding. It is not the hearer’s or reader’s fault; it is the communicator’s fault for not being clear. “Amen to that,” the OFs said.

Those attending the breakfast at the Duanesburg Diner in Duanesburg, and getting out on another cold day were: Steve Kelly, Roger Shafer, Robie Osterman, George Washburn, Glenn Patterson, Mark Traver, Otis Lawyer, Jim Heiser, Chuck Aleseio, Roger Chapman, Miner Stevens, Bill Krause, John Rossmann, Harold Guest, Frank Pauli, Lou Schenck, Jack Norray, Mace Porter, Andy Tinning, Harold Grippen, Ted Willsey, Jim Rissacher, and me.