Another Tale from Old Thomaston – In the middle of the 1970s, certain boys were in the habit of getting into the bell tower at St. John’s Episcopal Church on Main Street and ringing the bell on the stroke of midnight.

My informant says the police on duty usually ignored them as a gesture of good will, or possibly because they had better things to do, although there was one well-known officer who was inclined to give chase.

I have a list of the culprits’ names, but have promised never to release them to the general public in order to protect the guilty. Anyway, I am sure the statute of limitations on midnight campanology means no prosecutions could now be brought.

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I see there is another well intentioned effort under way to offer some manner of public bus service in and around Rockland. Published information says the service would stop running at 5 p.m., which suggests it is probably not designed to assist the working poor.

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Campanology has to do with bell-ringing, I am told. My favorite book that features bell-ringers is also the only one I know that does; “The Nine Tailors.” by Dorothy L. Sayers, from 1934.

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The electronic clock outside First National Bank, opposite the courthouse, can no longer be relied upon to also give the temperature all the time.

In my opinion, the clock is suffering from a bad case of nerves, as temperatures rise to a sort of muddy and half-thawed consistency, then plummet again like stones in a well to something near Absolute Zero. Winter is playing cat-and-mouse with us.

At Chief Ockenfels' memorial service last Saturday, there were two gentlemen, late of Knox County and members of our shrinking circle, who years ago gave up and moved south, one of them to South Carolina and the other to Florida (for goodness sake!)

Normally at this time of year they can be relied on to post gloating remarks on Facebook, taunting those who remain here with information about the balmy breezes down there, etc. But this year there has been none of that.