What is the League of Old Men up to? The Authors Collection.

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AS FAR AS I WAS CONCERNED, it had always been an urban legend.

The League Of Old Men was as real to me as a twenty-first century Illuminati.

You may have heard the legends, rumors, and stories yourself.

Events that at first seem unrelated and overnight are connected by wingnut conspiracy theorists.

Deals, deaths, and deniable dilemmas that mark the repetition of history through the decades.

The romantic stories of great loyalty, unshakeable devotion, and a will that would make that of G. Gordon Liddy pale by comparison.

Former Hell’s Angels with a desire to preserve their culture.

Viet Nam veterans obsessed with a sense of justice usually reserved for vigilantes.

Maverick cops and detectives determined to execute appropriate sentences — with or without a judge and jury.


Were the rumors of disbarred lawyers true? Was there the connection between LOOM and congress?

Many of their deeds have attracted worldwide attention while others are known only to their victims.

Membership is estimated in the thousands, but none will claim to be card-carriers.

Their financial acumen rivals that of the Templar Knights (inventors of banking, loans, and interest).

My lack of regard for their existence was shaken recently when I walked into what appeared to be an abandoned National Guard Armory. The sidewalk leading up to the street was broken and uneven. Grass and tall weeds made homes of the cracks. Poison ivy grew up the side of an exterior wall, rooted somewhere between a window and the brick veneer wall.

But the interior was another story.

The floors were worn but clean. It was clear that the kitchen and dining area had been used recently and frequently. A mahogany bar hosted a row of bar stools from another era. The back counter was stocked with bourbon and scotch.

The American flag stood proudly with an eagle decoration atop the wooden staff.

Was it an American Legion Hall or a VFW meeting place?

Could have been.

But it wasn’t.

A short hallway lined with newspaper clippings of several wars connected the bar with a large meeting room.

A step into the room is a step into another dimension, another time zone.

There was a “presence” in that room. Was it the ghosts of long forgotten soldiers?

My skin was already alive with goosebumps when I noticed the chairs.

Dozens of wooden chairs. Straight back. Curved slat seats. The kind we had in Sunday school class in the sixties.

The chairs remained in their natural wood tones and shined with repeated layers of varnish and polish. The initials were not hidden.

Before the first coat of varnish, each chair had been labeled with stencil and black paint, “L.O.O.M.”

Now every story, every rumour, and every denial must be investigated.

Who makes up the League Of Old Men, and what are they up too in the twenty-first century?

Article Copyright ©2014 by FCEtier. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the author is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and link backs to this story may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to the author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. Violators will be prosecuted to the extent that the law allows. The League Of Old Men is a fictional organization and any resemblance of the organization or it’s members to anyone living or dead  is entirely coincidental.



 The League of the Old Men is very different from the other two stories I read.  This story does not contain Jack London’s classic man versus nature conflict; instead, he looks at man versus man.  Somewhere in the Yukon, a tribe of Native Americans called Whitefish are being exterminated by Europeans.  The decimation of their people is not directly caused by the European intrusion, but by what they bring with them; disease, greed, and liquor.  One man, Imber, decided to stand up for his tribe and protect them.  Imber has seen his tribe become victim to white man’s disease, white man’s habits, and the loss of thousands of animals to the fur trade.  Imber organized a group of people to kill any white man who came around.  Eventually, Imber was the only one left in his tribe, and therefore decided to turn himself in.  It is through the court proceedings that we learn the fate of the Whitefish people.


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