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 →

Cahmden By Cahmden Emmet Of course, Portland gets all the publicity about its fabulous restaurants in national publications. It seems that a new one opens each week and of course…one closes each week. But the Boston Globe (or what’s left … Continue reading →

Land, lotsa land By penniless Emmet It seemed like such a good idea at the time. I make an annual pilgrimage to Florida both to worship the mighty Red Sox and to bake the cold out of these old bones. … Continue reading →

Christmas gifties By cheap Emmet Well, here we are again. The checking account is depleted by that tax payment to the town of Camden; the cash is gone for those shingles for the barn roof and a load of oil … Continue reading →

Xmas By humbug Emmet Just because I spend hours (well, half the day) on the Internet reading E-Mail, Facebook and every sports site on the net, some people (who have jobs) think that I am wasting my day…possibly my life. … Continue reading →