Jimi, Janice By west coast emmet Those were the days, my friend. We thought they would never end. For reasons unexplained, Facebook (the biggest time waster since Solitaire) has been celebrating Jimi Hendrix and Janice Joplin. Since I joined the … Continue reading
Fatboy slim By “husky” Emmet My sainted mother used to call it “husky.” When we would start shopping for my new Easter suit we would go downtown to Kennedy’s where she would ask for the “husky” section. But she wasn’t … Continue reading
Trek By pedaling Emmet Roval, Fusee, A Selle, Enve, Sram are all CQ. Honest. I didn’t know that it was possible to feel sorry for a bicycle. But I sure do. My fabulous Trek Multi-Track 750 has been carrying my … Continue reading
April By naïve emmet I had an excuse. I was the new kid in town. My life in Mass. was still smoking when I drove over the border into Mainein the early 1970s, mostly to register my fading BMW. Massachusetts … Continue reading
Verizon By modern emmet I certainly had no intention of entering the information age. It wasn’t my fault. I was lying in my gorgeous Cobb Manor bed (big surprise) when the phone rang. I was half asleep (big surprise) when … Continue reading
Lot By almost Emmet So near. Yet so far. We are loitering in fashionable Spring Hill, Florida trying to catch up with the Red Sox spring training games. Naturally, we buy every lottery ticket known to man so we do … Continue reading
Pat You don’t really know a thing about Maewyn Succat, Now do you? You will wear your green shirt and hat and drink your green (ptui!) beer then eat your corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day, won’t you? … Continue reading
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
