Florida By sunshine Emmet If you were raised a Catholic, the guilt is never more than an arm’s length away…even in Florida. It doesn’t matter that you have not been in a church since the first Patriot Super Bowl victory. … Continue reading
Yankees By fan Emmet I am a compassionate person. I don’t hate much. Hitler. Dick Cheney, of course. Bucky Dent. And the New York Yankees. I think I hate the Yankees most of all. There is no salary cap in … Continue reading
Gil By roaming emmet I felt like Gilligan. I planned to take my traditional shakedown bicycle cruise this week on Wescott Road in North Charleston, near the home of South Carolina socialite John Purcell. The Trek Multitrack is strapped to … Continue reading
Dondis By Emmet The character of a town or city is formed by the mixture of its inhabitants. In Rockland’s case the city’s character was made a little more fascinating by former resident Meredith Dondis. Dondis who operated the city’s … Continue reading
Bean’s By shopping Emmet I love L. L. Bean. On the rare (getting rarer) trips to Portland it is impossible to avoid the Freeport turnoff. Even if it is a weekend day and you know the place will be jammed … Continue reading
Florida By frozen, brittle Emmet I’m going to Florida. You are not. My annual Spring training trip started in 1993 when Cabin Fever during a particularly bad winter (much like this one) forced me to choose between suicide and driving … Continue reading
Skiing By schussing emmet It’s pretty much the story of my life. Now that I can ski free at the Camden Snow Bowl because of my advanced age, I can no longer ski because of my advanced age. I suppose … Continue reading
Patriots By frightened Emmet I have become a modern day Hamlet, unable to decide whether to watch the Sunday football game between my beloved Patriots and the hated Denver Broncos…or to assume my natural position hiding under my L. L. … Continue reading
By frozen emmet All right, he isn’t the Most Interesting Man in the World. He doesn’t even drink Dos Equis. But he is the most interesting man on a dirt road in Jefferson, Maine. Of course, it is Jefferson Phil. … Continue reading
By emmet Naturally, I fell asleep and missed the ceremonies on New Year’s Eve. This year I got much closer and well asleep at 11:55 p.m. and woke up 11 minutes later. We celebrated with a Miranda’s pizza (fabulous) and … Continue reading
