Editor’s note: The scribe is under the weather this week so we’re running a never-before-printed column on the Sept. 30 breakfast and hope he is shining like the sun again soon.
MIDDLEBURGH — I have no idea if the OMOTM’s ride to the Middleburgh Diner witnessed another beautiful sunrise or not on Oct. 7. I was asleep — finally.
In his youth, one of the Old Men of the Mountain had a summer job, jumping from a platform 80 feet high, wearing a cape that was set ablaze, and landing in the water below.