Fil By impatient Emmet It’s a damn good thing we didn’t plan D-Day. We would all be speaking German today. Jefferson Phil and I, I think, are good people. We are just bad for each other. It’s probably something in … Continue reading →

LLB By shopping Emmet I have a mental illness. It is called LLB Syndrome. I walked through L. L. Bean last night and it struck me. Polartec, from Bean’s. Shorts, from Bean’s. Polo shirt, from Beans. The only reason I … Continue reading →

Mice By blind emmet See how they run…. It is an annual event, like the Grunion run. The Three Blind Mice make an annual trip to East Aurora, New York to see a Buffalo Bills game, celebrate Timmy Galucki’s hockey … Continue reading →

Cahmden By Camden Emmet   Camden is top ten. Just ask us. It is routine that my home town makes the best or the prettiest or the most pretentious list. Big deal. Most recently it is Frommers.com. which picked Camden … Continue reading →

Labor day By couch potato emmet You’ve done it again, haven’t you? Oh, you had such grand plans that you assembled all winter when the wind blew half the roof off your barn and the snow drifts were shoulder-high in … Continue reading →

Elmore By reading Emmet. My home decorating style is a tad unusual. My living room is stacked with crime and “noir” paperbacks, much like a poor man’s Alamo. It is a form, I suppose of very expensive insulation. I had … Continue reading →

Java By drinking emmet I know people who actually get up in the morning and start their day without coffee. For reason I cannot remember, I went without coffee one day last week and never really woke up. All right, … Continue reading →

Prisoner By deaf emmet I think Springsteen is the worst. You always have to scream the lyrics along with Bruce and none of us (Well me, anyway) know the words to the damn songs. But that doesn’t stop us, does … Continue reading →

Bucket By couch-bound Emmet All right. The Maine Lobster Festival is here, summer is half over and it’s almost time to pull down the storm windows. And what have you done to enjoy Maine’s glorious (and thunderously brief) summer days … Continue reading →

Dejavu By reminiscing Emmet I tried. God knows I tried. According to my Roslindale High School math, it was far, far cheaper to read the Boston Globe online than paying $27 a week for the seven issues at Fowlie’s Overpriced … Continue reading →