On April 27, the Old Men of the Mountain met at Mrs. K’s restaurant in Middleburgh.

The Old Men of the Mountain met again at the Middleburgh Diner in Middleburgh.

This scribe can write, “The Old Men of the Mountain” met at the Chuck Wagon Diner for real this time.

As it stands right now, the Old Men of the Mountain are going to attempt to start up our weekly trek to the restaurants that will have us.

This column is basically about being old; that is the reason for the so-called title. There are many books, articles and cartoons about being old.

Once upon a time many years ago, some male babies were born. At that time, these young babies did not know that much later they would become old men, and most would have babies of their own.

It has been suggested that, as many of the Old Men of the Mountain get their shots, we discuss how those who have already had their shots can get together.

A 1939 Hupmobile could be fixed on the spot if it broke on the road, one of the Old Men of the Mountain fondly remembered. John R. Williams recalls his family’s earlier model was dark green with wooden spokes in the wheels. “That vehicle was a limousine; it had shades, with fringe and tassels that could be pulled down in the back, but the car had a sad ending,” he said.

Now that some of the Old Men of the Mountain are in the process of getting the COVID-19 shot, the group is getting anxious to get back together and tell stories back and forth, but the main thing i

This little report is a capitulation of current conversations, and a couple from way back, when a pair of the OMOTM had to give up farming.