If a police beat reporter doesn’t have a good fleet of secret squirrel sources, he is stuck day after day waiting for the OFFICIAL WORD to come down from city hall, the police department or some political mouthpiece.
Mark LaFlamme
Mark LaFlamme: I think I might have been raptured, but in the wrong direction
Talk of the Town: Don’t bother me, can’t you see I’m planning for my next TOTALITY!
Mark LaFlamme: Turns out the eclipse WAS pretty awesome
Street Talk: For a long moment, it felt as though the world had taken a brief timeout so that its complex human inhabitants could take a moment to reflect upon their existence.
Mark LaFlamme: Pestilence, toilet tech and rotting boots: Your guide to the End of Days
Talk of the Town: Please donate to my political action committee in support of my candidate, Cocky Cockroach.
Mark LaFlamme: How many Mark LaFlammes does it take to write a column?
Talk of the Town: No joke. There’s another writer by the same name who probably will change it when he reads this column.
Mark LaFlamme: Forever in search of the perfect sleep concoction
Street Talk: When you have trouble accessing sleep on the reg, you end up searching endlessly for the perfect panacea that you remain convinced is out there.
Mark LaFlamme: Royal mysteries and Twin Cities plumbing secrets revealed
Talk of the town: ‘Holy __, what if __ is even better than __?! I may not have to move to __ after all!’
Mark LaFlamme: A death-faking beetle and other oddities borne of pure desperation
Street Talk: Why spend precious minutes writing a column when I can have unsuspecting fools on Facebook write one for me?
Mark LaFlamme: More like Super Poosday, am I right?
Talk of the Town: Achtung! All Christophs, Klauses and Gunters may want to avoid Harris Road for the next few weeks.
Mark LaFlamme: Alleged reporter misses his notebook
Ubiquitous, convenient and unavoidable technology turned my floppy, faithful notebook into an archaic relic good for little more than starting fires or swatting flies.