Rockland used to have motorcycle gangs, daily fights in the Dory Lounge and weekend brawls that filled the Monday pages. Murders were hardly rare. Read More
It’s all my fault. I’m sorry. Read More
If you think your old baseball cards were a lost fortune, wait till you hear about the price for old sneakers. The RESALE market is worth another billion (with a b). You might have a fortune under your bed. Read More
Have you seen his diet and lifestyle? That is a high price to pay, my friend. Read More
"I am a total addict. There is no 12-step program for me. I am on my own as the veil of addiction settles over my life." Read More
"Tell the warden at Maine State Prison: My last meal will be a Reuben and warm German potato salad from Morse’s. And a beer, if you could spare it." Read More
My fabulous granddaughter remarked that she will be 20 years old when Trump leaves the White House if he serves eight years. Read More
Emmet Meara: I must have 150 books piled on the floor after the bookcases were removed years ago. Read More
Emmet Meara: Alright. I’m 75, and I am still reading Rolling Stone. Sue me. Read More
Walter Mastropietro is the luckiest SOB alive. Or maybe the unluckiest man alive. You decide. Read More
My bucket list now includes sharing a very cold beer with Walter J. Mastropietro before I die. We have a lot to talk about. Read More
They will have to pry my cargo shorts off my cold, dead Irish behind. Every few years, some fashion maven (who obviously doesn’t wear shorts) attacks the very existence of the world’s most comfortable leisure wear. What do they know? I have been wearing… Read More
I shall spend no more time with the concert blowhards, not even for Raitt. Unless she decides to play on the Cobb Manor deck. Read More
I committed murder last week. Cost me $325. It was worth it, I think. The victim was an ailing birch tree which had been at Cobb Manor a lot longer than I had. It was a mercy killing, since the birch had been self-trimming for the… Read More
Emmet Meara: It’s been a Cobb Manor tradition for three decades. Apparently, we must have a deck party to celebrate every Maine Lobster Festival. Read More
I have never eaten a lobster in my life. It seems likely that I shall pass from the Earth without tasting one. It all goes back to 129 Perham St. in West Roxbury. Read More
Moore might be fat and sloppy. He might have a mustard stain on his shirt. He stomps all over his message for two hours, but I think it might be productive to study the lessons of other countries if we truly profess to love our own. Read More
Emmet Meara: That’s it. I am selling Cobb Manor, lock, stock and lawn mower. I am moving to Machias, eating at Helen’s Restaurant three meals a day and marrying a waitress at the famous, revived eatery on the Machias River. Read More
According to our new pals at YourTango, the three mortal sins of sloth, swearing and staying up late are now considered signs of unusual intelligence, like mine. Read More
I don’t know about you, but I have one of “those days” a little too often. Read More
