Mags By reading emmet I am shooting for July 4. By then (I hope) I can catch up with the frightening pile of magazines now piled on my queen-size bed. It is the annual byproduct of my “Mooching across America … Continue reading →

Yanks By hating Emmet The thrill is gone. If you are a New Englander, your love of baseball is a complex thing. Certainly you enjoy that warning track, leaping catch, the ninth inning strikeout, or the natural speed used to … Continue reading →

Devices By electric Emmet. All right. I am an addict. I need professional help. I cannot get through the day without spending hours and hours on my computer, Kindle and/or IPod. If I am watching television, I have a computer … Continue reading →

SALVADOR By arty emmet It wasn’t me. It was nasty old Henry Ford who said “Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep … Continue reading →

Phillies Life can be difficult. Very difficult. Like those daily decisions. Should I go to a baseball game in Dunedin (Blue Jays), Clearwater (Phillies) or Tampa (Yankees, ptui!)? These are the times that try men’s souls. Last week, hiding from … Continue reading →

Mose By musical Emmet I can never decide. If Mose Allison is on the headset, I think is my all-time favorite. If Leonard Cohen is on, then, of course, it is him. Same with Aretha Franklin, then Otis Redding. I … Continue reading →

Toronto By baseball Emmet As Butch said to Sundance, “Who are these guys?” That question floated around Florida Auto Exchange Stadium (honest) in Dunedin, Florida on Monday. It was my first look at my (occasionally) beloved Red Sox since I … Continue reading →

Rocky By Travelling Emmet For 20 years or more Rocky Mount, North Carolina has been my Valhalla, my haven, my refuge. On my annual Exodus from Maine winters, I would drive mightily south to cross the North Carolina border, to … Continue reading →

Storm By windy emmet As I sat huddled and cowering last week waiting for Nemo to blow the roof off stately Cobb Manor, I had to think back to the infamous blizzard of 1969. That wild storm descended on the … Continue reading →

Auto theft By thieving Emmet I had no idea I was part of a car theft ring until last week. I wrote a column about sort of running away from home in a new Ford dump truck, from Boston to … Continue reading →