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MIDDLEBURGH — It does feel more normal to be writing the OMOTM column on Tuesday rather than Friday afternoon. What a gorgeous Tuesday morning, after some valley fog burned off, crisp, blue sky and just about peak color. Now we see some tour buses full of people coming to see the beautiful part of the country we live in.

Now, if we could just get them to come back after one of our two foot nor’easter snowstorms and help dig us out. Probably not going to happen.

Some attrition is starting to take its toll on our attendance. I usually ride with three other OFs in the car with me; Tuesday, I was all by myself. I’ll get one of those riders back in a couple of weeks as he is on vacation now.

The 30 or so OMOTM who gathered at Mrs K’s Kitchen in Middleburgh wanted to know why the OMOTM column was so late. They had only received the email with the column on Sunday. There are a few OFs who don’t have a computer and so were blissfully unaware of all the trials and tribulations of being hacked again and the chain reaction of events that causes.

Part of that discussion led to the bill I was going to get for having my laptop rescued from “lock up.” Usually that situation means that the hacker people want money to unlock your computer and I’m not so sure they ever really do unlock it.

Getting bills for services rendered is not a new thing; sometimes we are somewhat surprised at the amount of the bill. An OF at the table had some dental work done the other day. It was not a big deal involving surgery or anything, and it didn’t take too long. He got the invoice and took a somewhat deeper breath and paid the bill.

Now don’t get me wrong or write letters to the editor. I was in business for my whole working career. Think of the length of time in college a young student has spent learning to become a dentist and be able to put “DDS” after his or her name.

The OMOTM can remember the old-fashioned drills they used before the high-speed drills of today were invented. They cost today’s dentists money they don’t have when just starting out after those years in college.

How about all those tools they use to do the work on our teeth? More money.

How about that special chair we sit in? And the lights, computers, X-rays, office personnel, dental assistant, office rental, payroll, insurance, and on and on. It all adds up. Somebody has to pay those bills.

I am not suggesting that his dentist is worried about his next meal or car payment. It is expensive to be in business. That's why we have insurance. At least some of us have insurance.

As OMOTM, not all of us have adequate dental insurance, and that puts that dental bill in a whole different light. A topic for a different writer writing a whole different kind of article.

I am just trying to make the point: There are usually reasons for the way things are; the OMOTM know that. We have been there and we have done that. We do have to remember that you can’t have today’s services at yesterday’s prices.

 

Special guest

We did have a special guest join us for breakfast who knows all too well about deadlines missed or being late. (Just how many times can that dog eat your homework/column?)

Our guest was none other than Jim Gardner, past owner for many years and publisher emeritus of The Altamont Enterprise.Why was he here?

Was he sent to check up on me? Is he going to report me? What did I do wrong? Why am I sweating and stammering? I was only three days late with my column last week (and still got it in before my deadline).

After being introduced to Mr. James E. Gardner, I found him to be a nice guy who clearly was enjoying his breakfast with good friends, and was not coming after me. Relieved, my appetite returned and I went back to my seat and enjoyed my breakfast as well.

 

Heat resistant

As we all know, the OMOTM have a competitive streak a mile wide in them, so it should be to no one’s surprise that the latest contest is to see which OF will last the longest against Mother Nature and her relentless annual attack on warmth.

Needless to say, long pants, flannel shirts, maybe even a wool sock or two are kind of normal attire for at least the start of the day. I went around the tables and asked who had turned on their heating system yet. No one! All 30 members present, not one had succumbed to the chilly mornings of Mother Nature.

Stay tuned; I know how this is going to end. It will end approximately 30 seconds after Mrs. OMOTM says she is cold, and Mr. OMOTM will be so happy to turn the heat on, secure in the knowledge that, although he lost again to Mother Nature, he once again out lasted Mrs. OMOTM by the 30 seconds or so it took him to cross the room and turn on the heat.

It doesn't take much to make an OF happy, heat and warmth is one of those things (and a warm and happy Mrs. OMOTM is another one of those things).

After a nice hot breakfast, the OMOTM who departed Mrs K’s were; Harold Guest, Wally Guest, Ed Goff, Roger Shafer, Wm Lichliter, Pete Whitbeck, Mark Traver, Joe Rack, Ken Parks, Jake Lederman, Ted Feurer, Wayne Gaul, Michael Kruzinski, George Wasburn, Frank Dees, Jim Gardner, Russ Pokorny, Warren Willsey, Jake Herzog, Lou Schenck, Gerry Cross, Duncan Bellinger, Jack Norray, Herb Bahrmann, Bob Donnelly, Alan Defazio, Paul Guiton, John Dab, and me.

Almost 100 years ago, Dr. Ralph C. Smedley had the idea of forming a club to train young boys and men in public speaking, social skills, and leadership.

Starting with a club at a YMCA in California, that initial idea turned into Toastmasters International, a program where men and women can learn to speak and listen better as well as develop leadership and confidence, with chapters and members all over the world.

In October TI celebrates its 100-year anniversary. They must be doing something right to have lasted so long and still be going strong.

I first became aware of TI about 30 years ago while walking around the office campus where I worked. There I saw a sign for an upcoming meeting.

All I knew about Toastmasters back then was that the “toast” referred to something the best man does at a wedding, not something you eat for breakfast. I attended that meeting and was immediately asked to participate in a debate.

I can’t remember what the topic was — I think it was gun rights — but I remember winning the debate and getting hooked. What fun, to be with courteous, thinking people where we could all learn, share, and grow with each other.

Over the next several months, I attended many other meetings of that TI club. A couple of speeches I heard really stood out.

One woman did a presentation complete with stunning pictures of her mountain-climbing in the Swiss Alps. Another lady did a presentation on curling, an Olympic sport, which is like bocce but with big “stones” (like giant hockey pucks) instead of balls and on ice instead of grass. She said curling was what got her through the long, cold winters.

Unfortunately, my wife and I had three small kids at the time. All the running around with music lessons, sports, and other after-school activities meant I couldn’t keep up with it. I hated dropping out but it just wasn’t possible to fit it in at that time.

Still, I never forgot how much I enjoyed my initial foray into the wonderful world of Toastmasters — so positive, uplifting, and motivating.

Then about six years ago I heard of a Toastmasters club starting in an agency I’m a member of, so I went to the kickoff meeting. Because my memories of that first TI club were so positive, I volunteered to be president of the new club.

Just like that, I was able to get the Toastmasters magic going again. Don’t think I use the word “magic” lightly here; the entire TI program is indeed magic in the transformation it can make when an enthusiastic participant commits to it.

It worked with me and I’ve seen it work in others time and time again. Dr. Smedley’s 100-year old idea was so sound it still resonates today. Amazing.

So what is Toastmasters, anyway? It’s a program where you practice getting better at public speaking, of course, but it’s also so much more.

It helps you develop listening skills (God gave you two ears and only one mouth for a reason, haha); promotes mentoring; facilitates networking; and, above all else, improves one’s overall social skills, confidence, and leadership.

Truly, had I known about TI when I first entered the workforce, I would have become a much better leader and achieved much more success. That is a fact.

I’ve been writing this column for over 20 years. The way it works is I think of a topic, and then try hard to come up with an opening sentence. Once I get the first sentence, the next thousand words just flow out.

The point is, I’m very confident in using the written word to communicate. In fact, it’s my preferred method of communication.

Speaking in public does not come easy or naturally to me. Yet, from working with TI all these years, something that was dreaded — speaking publicly in front of others — has become something I actually enjoy doing (though I still have to work hard to keep improving). Toastmasters really does work.

Toastmasters’ meetings follow a scripted format, which is both comforting and efficient. At a typical meeting, there will be several speeches, followed by evaluations of those speeches.

There is also a free-flowing “Table Topics” exercise, where anyone is welcome to give a one- to two-minute talk on a random topic that the Table Topics Master gets to pick out. The speeches and table-topics talks are always great, because people try so hard to do them well.

Occasionally, the speeches will bring you to tears, like the one I heard recently from a lady who managed to get out of the second tower just after the first tower was hit during the 9/11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. I literally held my breath as she described her experience.

It was all I could do to keep from crying. That’s how truly powerful some heartfelt speeches from our fellow Toastmasters members — our friends and neighbors — can be.

At a Toastmasters’ meeting, newcomers are always greeted and made to feel welcome. TI is a no judgment zone: We welcome everyone.

The only thing we insist on is that you want to improve yourself as a speaker, listener, leader, and mentor. Those are our goals, and we want to help you achieve them as well.

Here is the official TI Mission statement: “We empower individuals to become more effective communicators and leaders.” The core values at TI are beautiful in their simplicity and power: Integrity, Respect, Service, and Excellence. Just fantastic.

One thing that is unique to Toastmasters is the “ah counter.” This is where we count your use of filler words when speaking, words or phrases like “ah,” “um,” “so,” and “you know.”

We don’t do this to embarrass you; on the contrary, many speakers, including myself, use these words without ever realizing we’re doing it. The hope is that by tracking the use of filler words, one can become aware of it and work to reduce it.

Still, I’ve heard more than one person say they felt self-conscious with this aspect of Toastmasters (“I don’t want someone counting my ums!”). The best is when you improve your speaking so much that you’re not using these words anymore. That’s really huge, and totally doable.

I’ve met some truly great folks in Toastmasters. I’ve seen people who were holding onto the lectern for dear life during their first speech because they were so nervous and now have become so confident and eloquent speaking in front of others that it can only be described as a miracle.

Every time I do a speech, I’m just amazed at how far I’ve come as well. I still need to work on those listening skills, however, as my long-suffering wife will attest to. That’s one big reason I stay involved with Toastmasters. There is always room to improve, plus it’s just plain fun!

I’m going to be starting a Guilderland Toastmasters club soon. We’ll meet at the library. The library has beautiful meeting rooms complete with audio/video support so we can do hybrid in-person/zoom meetings.

If you want to improve your public speaking, listening, and leadership skills or, more importantly, if you just want to have fun, please consider joining. We’d love to have a group of about 20 folks to start out with.

Please contact me and let me know your preferred meeting day and time for a monthly meeting; call me or contact me through the library. For more information on TI, see toastmasters.org. There’s a lot of information there, so be sure to have a full cup of coffee ready to go.

My hometown of Guilderland has beautiful parks, thriving businesses, lovely neighborhoods, and a vibrant community, but one thing it doesn’t have is a local Toastmasters club. Let’s change that now!

As I sit down to write this week’s OMOTM column, I must tell you about a few things going on with your scribe this week. Not the least of which concerns my computer. I was hacked again.

I was in the middle of writing an email to my sister on Sunday when suddenly my computer informed me that it was locked up and I should call the number provided (that number was supposed to go directly to a special Windows department that deals with just this sort of thing and they would help me).

The message went on to tell me not to turn off my computer etc., etc. Well, I’ve been here before, as most of you know, so of course I shut it down without touching or doing anything. It being Sunday, I went about my usual business while waiting for the football games to start.

I called my computer fix-it company on Monday and they came, and took my laptop away. I wasn’t too worried about writing the column as I had plenty of time. Surely I would have my laptop back in time to write the column.

If I didn’t get it back in time, I could always fire up the old PC that my wife and I built nearly 20 years ago. 

So here I am, on Friday morning, typing away on that old PC after hooking up the keyboard, mouse, and monitor. The hardest part was remembering the old password and the really hard part is trying to remember how to navigate around the 20-year-old software!

All I need to do is get to the word processor and type the column, then I’ll be ready to scan the column to the laptop when I get it back and send it to The Altamont Enterprise before my deadline. At least that is the plan right now. 

At some point, something in this PC is going to fail — hardware, software, something! Nothing is supported anymore, not for at least 15 years. Just holding my breath and typing as fast as I can.

Bug explosion

At any rate, the OMOTM arrived on time at the Middleburgh Diner and your scribe was hoping the scribe emeritus would be there, and he was!

He had emailed me regarding the “Bug” (DoodleBug) that they had on his farm. It had started out its life as a nice family car manufactured by a company called Hupmobile.

When the time came, many years later and having gone through the many different stages in the life cycle of all family cars that lived on the farm up here in the Hilltowns, it became a “Bug.” 

In the email to me, the scribe emeritus ended by saying it blew up on the road right in front of their driveway and, being made of mostly wood, it burned up. I couldn’t wait to ask the scribe what he meant by “It exploded.”

He explained to me and the rest of the table that there had been an issue with the original gas delivery system after it became a “Bug.” So there was a homemade system involving a can that held the gas, a small hole in the bottom of the can, and a line to carry the gas to the engine. 

It all worked just fine, until it didn’t. 

The scribe emeritus sure had a twinkle in his eye and a smile as he told us this memory of one of their “Bugs.” The other OFs at the table? They knew exactly what that memory was all about, and how the homemade gas tank worked and why, and they were not surprised at the rather sudden and spectacular demise of that Hupmobile/Bug.

While talking about the old cars like the Hupmobile, the conversation now turned to the 1950s and 1960s. We were asked to remember back to when it was a big deal when the new models would arrive at the car dealers.

Sometimes the dealers would hide the new cars or cover them up so they could have a big show when they first revealed them to the public. It was a big deal when we could see what the new models looked like and later, a lot of time was wasted in school as we would be looking out the windows waiting to see that new Ford or ’57 Chevy drive past.

Smorgasbord of topics

The morning conversations were not all limited to cars and Bugs. How about baseball and those Amazing Mets? They made the playoffs! On the last day, at the end of the game. Maybe we will have another subway series where they will lose to the New York Yankees in seven games. 

Diets and weight loss were discussed at one of the tables. One OF said he had a grandson who was a vegan who runs ultra-marathons, which instantly prompted one OF (who is notorious for being politically incorrect) to tell us where the word “vegetarian” came from. The OF said it is an old Indian word meaning “Bad Hunter” 

With that dubious bit of attempted humor let see who made it to breakfast on Oct. 1 at the Middleburgh Diner: Harold Guest, Wally Guest, Ed Goff, Wm Lichliter, George Washburn, Frank Fuss, Pete Whitbeck, Roland Tozer, Jim Austin, Frank Dees, Jake Herzog, Jack Norray, Dick Dexter, Gerry Cross, Warren Willsey, Russ Pokorny, John Williams (scribe emeritus), John Jaz, Lou Schenck, Herb Bahrmann, and me.

DUANESBURG — This Tuesday, Sept. 25, we gathered at Chris’s Chuck Wagon Diner in Duanesburg. That is kind of confusing to some of us because right across Route 20 is the Princetown Evangelical Presbyterian Church. Maybe Route 20 is the boundary between Princetown and Duanesburg.

If you think that is a little confusing, how about Gibby’s Diner, also in Duanesburg, or is it in Quaker Street, just next down the street on the Duanesburg Road (Route 7) from the Quaker Street Volunteer Fire Department?

Not a problem; the OMOTM know where the good food is and we never make a mistake as to where we are supposed to be.

When we entered The Chuck Wagon, we were greeted with our usual cups of coffee. Sometimes the coffee arrives at our seats before we do.

Ron knows where we sit because we are creatures of habit and pretty much sit at the same table, in the same chair, every time. At any rate, this week, we were also greeted with a couple of birthday cards to sign.

Another young man is celebrating his birthday! This particular young man was probably in the Army when I was born, and I am 81 years old.

Elwood Vanderbilt has had “Happy Birthday” sung to him 97 times, but never as poorly sung as what occurred this time! The OMOTM are a lot of things, and we do many of them very well. Singing, however, is not one of them. We are awful.

Number one, we can’t find the right note with both hands; number two, we don't even start at the same time. No, this is not a 30-part harmony, and for those who can find the right note, it is hard to sing it on key with a mouth full of delicious pancakes.

But three things in our favor: one, we are enthusiastic; two, we know the words (we all have heard them just a few times); and we are sincerely happy for one of our own. Happy birthday, Elwood!

In addition to all that, Chris, the owner, and Ron, the coffee man, and the rest of the crew at the Chuck Wagon provided us with a birthday cake to help with our celebration. Of course, we were alone at the time because all the regular customers at the Wagon fled in terror when we started to sing.

One of our OFs, when asked about his singing abilities, replied that he must have “missed school the day they taught singing!”

 

Raising cane

We did welcome back another one of our own, who just had a hip-replacement operation and is looking good. In fact, he was insisting that his cane was, in fact, really the hind leg bone of an ancient and now extinct sub group directly related to today's llamas.

He claims he found this old leg bone while on safari in Africa, which is a good trick since llamas are found in South America. That’s OK, because this particular OF is a politician and sometimes is known to mix up his tall tales.

Besides that, his cane looked a lot more like the bone from the right front leg of an alpaca that died of old age from a ranch in Colorado in the 1700s.

 

Doodlebugs

Last week, we talked about “doodlebugs” — what they were, why they were, how they were made and by whom. Well, that story sort of continued down a couple of different paths this week.

To refresh last week’s information about what they were: They were homemade farm tractors made from just about anything that ran with a combustion engine. Regular farm tractors were in short supply so the farmers took any old car and modified the heck out of it and created a serviceable farm tractor.

That’s the short version of what they were, who made them, and why.

This week, some stories about some of the fun and games that developed around these doodlebugs were passed around. They indeed were used for the purpose they were made for, and did a good job of it.

Just about every OMOTM who grew up on the family farm here in the Hilltowns had a doodlebug or knew all about them. Regular readers of this column know full well that this scribe didn’t grow up on a farm here in the Hilltowns and therefore certainly didn’t know anything about a doodlebug.

As y’all also know, he has a tendency to ask his friend, Mr. Google, about nearly anything. So he did.

The first thing he found out is that there is a bug that, when it crawls around, leaves a trail behind it that, when observed, looks pretty much like someone’s doodles. Thus, the doodlebug.

This wasn’t what this scribe was expecting and he dug a little deeper and found the slang version of the doodlebug described last week. OK, that was better. This week brought forth some tales of some of the other uses and experiences having to do with the bug.

One of these was really just an extension of one of the jobs on the farm that the doodlebugs did, and that was pulling or carrying stuff from here to there. Not too surprising, somebody would say that his bug was faster, or stronger, or whatever, so naturally some friendly competition was initiated, complete with rules and everything.

How much weight could your doodlebug drag? Your front wheels couldn’t lift off the ground; you could only go fast; etc. Wintertime sports involving ice and snow, these men knew how to work hard and they knew how to play hard as well.

Not much has changed, except there are not many doodlebugs around anymore, except for the kind that leaves a trail behind, like a doodle.

Time to doodle over to the attendance list for this week: Wally Guest, Harold Guest, George Washburn, Pete Whitbeck, Jim Austin, Frank A. Fuss, Wm Lichliter, Wayne Gaul, Ted Feurer, Marty Herzog, J. Darrah, Jake Herzog, Roger Shafer, Mark Traver, Joe Rack, Warren Willsey, Russell Pokorny, Gerry Chartier, Paul Guiton, Rev. Jay Francis, Lou Schenck, John Dab, Jack Norray, Dick Dexter, John Jaz, Gerry Cross, Elwood Vanderbilt, Bob Donnelly, Dave Hodgetts, Herb Bahrmann, and me.