The OFs feel more like Christmas with white on the ground or in the air.

This scribe was a little under the weather this week but is fine now so did not contact any of the OFs.

When this scribe phones the Old Men of the Mountain, most of the time the call is made from a regular phone number.

Thanksgiving is over and the few calls to and from the OMOTM revealed that — to a phone call — the gatherings of relatives and friends were going to be greatly reduced.

The Old Men of the Mountain, when spoken to, generally start with the pandemic, then the how-are-you’s, then the weather.

To begin with — the title of these reports is The Old Men of the Mountain. Old is the predominant word, but so is Mountain.

Some have said they are training chipmunks to eat out of their hands, but many of the OMOTM say these things are nothing but rodents and are worse than mice.

It is tough for this scribe to type the month “November” but there is no stopping time. Time marches on, so they say, and each breath is in the future and once taken is in the past.

Some of the Old Men of the Mountain are beginning to come out of the woodwork. There have been a few meetings at a couple of places on different days.

There are many topics the Old Men of the Mountain have discussed via the now technology-loaded instruments developed by ole Alex G. Bell.