Trifecta

A nearly perfect police radio call rolled into the newsroom on Wednesday. All I heard were three very significant key words, specifically: “urinating” “drive-thru” and “two small dogs.” The mind reels, doesn’t it? In my head, I hear circus music and at least one of the dogs is wearing a tutu. But that’s me. You’re free to customize the scene any way you’d like.

Pretty (annoying) in pink

Also on the police scanner, several people in downtown Lewiston called 911 to report “a woman wearing bright pink who is bothering people.” The color of Pepto Bismol really riles people. I remember that time Pink Floyd came to town – we nearly had a riot on our hands.

The Bell Tower

So, for one reason or another, somebody lit up the tower over City Hall. Bright pink in the clock face, deep blue in the bell tower, mellow yellow light creeping around the cornices and funky angles crawling up the side. I’m going to break with tradition here and opine that it looks pretty dern cool. When I first eyed it, while breezing down Park Street, I thought it was the Mothership coming for me at last. It wasn’t. That’s probably next week.

McCrory’s

What’s the deal here? On Park Street in Lewiston, crews have been banging away on the blank and dusty storefront that was once McCrory’s – it was McCrory’s somewhere around 1895, in my best estimation. I remember visiting Lewiston in the early ’90s and wondering what exciting new business they might put in that prime spot. Then I paused to write your name followed by a filthy message on the bricks because, hey. Everyone else was doing it.

Ride, baby ride

Early in the week, while driving down College Street, I came to a full stop because some boy, 9 or 10 years old, had stopped his bike in the middle of the street to check a message on his phone. Not so strange, I guess. You don’t need to have reached puberty to enjoy the wonders of technology. A day or two later, off Pleasant Street in Lewiston, I encountered the same thing, only this time the woman on the bike was at least 80 years old. She pulled to the side of the street, straddling her bike, and grinned as she read whatever bit of wit had come across her phone. Aw. We truly are in a golden age of technology. Now get the hell out of the road.

Hockey!

The Pirates look good. A fun time was had by all. But did anybody else notice that those boys from Manchester were particularly – in the local vernacular – ewge? I’m not saying they’re using advanced body development techniques straight out of Russia, but I’m pretty sure I saw Bridgett Nielsen smiling serenely at a bald man with a beauty mark on his scalp. (That’s a poorly constructed “Rocky IV” reference if you’re scoring at home. Which you should be.)