Feetball By winning Emmet What was quarterback Russell Wilson crying about in the aftermath of the dizzying football game between his Seattle Seahawks and the Green Bay Packers on Sunday? We should have been the ones who were sobbing. I … Continue reading
mE’n’Elvis By Emmet In case you hadn’t noticed, time is flying by like an SST. Those “infant” grandchildren are now five and ten years old. Your last few birthdays have flown by, haven’t they? I am older than I have … Continue reading
Cabin By frozen Emmet I hate my wood stove. I hate my wood pile. I hate my furnace. I hate my heavy winter coat. I hate my winter boots. I hate winter. And it just started. It is hard to … Continue reading
Resolutions By kidding Emmet Everybody has to do it, right? If you have a column or a “blog” or are sitting at Trackside Bar contemplating still another year and your sad, little life, you have to make some New Year’s … Continue reading
Tony By Emmet the fan. I am a Triple Little. I would like to apologize for that, if I may, right from the top. When I grew up in lace-curtain West Roxbury so very long ago, the most you could … Continue reading
Toys By misled Emmet Every house has one, covered with shame. Now that every consumer in the country is shopping, shopping, shopping there will be embarrassing additions. Guaranteed. At Cobb Manor, we called it “The Land of Broken Toys.” It … Continue reading
Too busy. By star-struck Emmet I watched the wonderful Cameron Diaz yesterday in some stupid movie with Tom Cruise, called “Knight and Day.” It had the stupidest car chase scene of all time. But I had to watch it. Cameron … Continue reading
Shovel By aching Emmet Plows are for wienies. Shovels, too. At Cobb Manor, where men are men (at least some of the time) snow storms are mostly disregarded. Long ago, Grady the Redhead and I adopted the “Ram-in, Ram-out” method … Continue reading
Walt By sad emmet My good friend Walter Griffin was one of five brothers. I never had one, until I met him more than 30 years ago. He passed away last week at 68, much too soon. A few days … Continue reading
Gifties By greedy Emmet Everyone (well, Blue Eyes) has been asking me what I want for Christmas. Since my birthday (and my beloved granddaughter’s) birthday is three days before Christmas, I always expect extra-special packages. Cobb Manor is filled with … Continue reading
