Xmas By humbug Emmet Just because I spend hours (well, half the day) on the Internet reading E-Mail, Facebook and every sports site on the net, some people (who have jobs) think that I am wasting my day…possibly my life. … Continue reading
Thanks By Emmet I can remember with dead-certain clarity when my sainted mother would reach over from the front seat of that big Buick to administer one of her patented whistling backhanders. For some reason she aimed them at me … Continue reading
Kennedy By Boston Emmet It was a night that Boston would never forget. Decades later I would go to Boston celebrations for the Patriots then the Red Sox championships. They were nothing compared to this. This was election eve, … Continue reading
Bump in the night By driving Emmet I blame it all on my inordinate love of Bumper Cars at Nantasket Beach. Forget the Tilt-a-Whirl and the roller coaster and all those rides. Most of them made me sick. (I … Continue reading
Useless, no not me By Emmet In my dotage, there are very few things I still excel at. Yes, I can waste time with the very best of them, clinging to my iPad or Facebook connection for a frightening amount … Continue reading
Halloween By scary emmet I believe in all things Irish and not just Jameson whiskey and Guinness stout. Yes, I believe, like the Irish Genealogy Kit web site, that the Irish pretty much invented Halloween. The origins on the scary … Continue reading
Sox (what else?) By doubting Emmet I blame it all on Miss Killion. She was my sixth grade teacher at the Sophia W. Ripley School in West Roxbury. On one of my (many) visits to her office for some infraction … Continue reading
Ptsd By rooting Emmet All right. It was the greatest day in New England sports history. I missed all the good stuff. Are you happy now? It’s true. I was upset at all the dropped passes from Mr. Tom Brady. … Continue reading
Roland By emmet Roland lived his life better than most of us. Father Ken Cardinale summed up that life the best. At Roland’s funeral last week at St. Phillip’s Church in Grafton, Mass. Fr. Cardinale imagined the moment when Roland … Continue reading
Breaking By broken Emmet Now, what am I going to do on Sunday night? “Breaking Bad” finished its blood-soaked finale on Sunday, which I watched, channel-switching with the dramatic Patriots-Falcons football game. It had to be done. Neither could be … Continue reading
