Bean/sox By loyal Emmet No one has been more loyal to L. L. Bean and the Red Sox than I have. You can ask anyone. Cobb Manor is filled with Bean items from the down bedspreads to the polo shirts … Continue reading →

Pearl By hungry emmet I see that the former Black Pearl in Rockland has gone big time, run by semi-famous chef Michele Ragussis. “This year we are going crazy: Sunday brunch, live music, invite that bar crowd, sell food till … Continue reading →

Flo By grieving emmet She stopped loving him last week, some 65 years after she married him. Roland and Florence Guillette were the couple everyone talked about. At her funeral this week the mourners talked about their devotion to each … Continue reading →

Rocky By punchin’ Emmet Now that the fabulous weather has arrived (best in the country) I have ignored all those plans for walking, kayaking and biking. For reasons unknown I have become the Cobb Manor hermit. First, it was a … Continue reading →

Dingaling! By Emmet Every single bicycle on Perham Street sported a bell on the handlebars, both for warnings and salutations to other riders. I had the coolest bike in West Roxbury, a fat-tire J. C. Higgins with more reflectors (some … Continue reading →

Wimbledon By tennis Emmet If you put a gun to my head, I will watch soccer. I made the mistake of watching the U. S. “lose” to Ghana the other day. I must admit I love the pageantry at the … Continue reading →

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ By rich Emmet I won $66 million last night. Maybe not. I won a thousand dollars a day Monday night for the rest of my life. Maybe not. Here is what you do not do with lottery tickets. Leave … Continue reading →

Couch potatoes By vegging Emmet It’s hard to believe, now that Blue Eyes and I have taken to the couch after 31 years together, but we used to go places and do things besides watching Netflix. We made a night … Continue reading →

Little R. By rockin’ Emmet I bow to no man (or woman) in my ability to scream through money at the speed of light. I am hoping to win the Lucky for Life lottery game, which would pay me $1,000 … Continue reading →

Trek By pedaling emmet It’s a good thing I’m wealthy. When I went to pick up my battered, 20-year-old Trek 750 Multi-Track last week, I was staggered by the bill. Yes, it had been frozen solid on Manteo, and then … Continue reading →