Many years ago, my fiancee, Ranna was promised in marriage to the prominent son of a neighboring village's leader in Lebanon.  However, fate intervened and she fell in love with a Braintree bad boy with Irish roots and terrible handwriting...me. In order for us to be wed, I had to travel to Lebanon... Continue Reading →

If you lived in Mission Hill during the last twenty years, and like to have a good time, there's a strong chance you made some lasting memories at Flann O'Brien's. Flanns was the neighborhood Irish bar that had a great atmosphere, friendly staff, fast service, and savory meals. The bartenders would remember your name and... Continue Reading →

It's January 19, 2002, I'm 14, and I'm at Sugarloaf mountain leaving a dinner party with my brother. We see two girls outside from the party and they ask if they can have a ride back to the cabins with us. We agree and start driving through the snowy night to the cabins. Then one... Continue Reading →

I can talk your ear off about investing for retirement. It's a passion I found a few years ago after getting myself out of debt. I've read book after book, blog after blog, and I am big fan/lurker of the FIRE Reddit thread (Financial Independence Retirement Early). I've quickly learned it's not a subject most... Continue Reading →

Nantucket and saving money, not two things that usually go together. There's a reason a "Nantucket $10" is a hundred dollar bill. Between dining, entertainment, lodging, ubers & taxis, and even getting there on the ferry & paying for parking, it's likely you'll look at your bank account and ask what the hell happened? There... Continue Reading →

Starting a blog, a side hustle, or a new business venture and don't have money to spend on marketing? Don't let a small, or non-existent, marketing budget get you down. There are plenty of free resources available online that can help you cut corners and get your marketing off the ground. Here are five free... Continue Reading →

  "Hey man meet me at the brewery," read a text from my friend Hunter Burnham. I had just arrived on Nantucket island and was looking around my mother's property for my bike to ride to the Cisco brewery. It wasn't where I had stored it. I called my mom to investigate and she said... Continue Reading →

Last night my gym got invaded. As I finished up the 6:30pm class and was getting ready for the Battle at the Bay training, a whole squad of guys I had never seen before began pouring into the gym. They carried a serious demeanor, had the Boston street-clothing-look that's prevalent in places like Quincy &... Continue Reading →