Avert your eyes! Did you know that in Turner, they have something called a “view tax?” I kid you not, my incredulous friends. I visited a family out there earlier this week and when I commented on their view of the mountains, all white-capped and rolling and whatnot, I was told that they have to […]
Mark LaFlamme
‘Gardening begins in January, with the dream’
For many gardeners, January and February are very fertile months — for gathering seeds, planning their gardens and dreaming of spring.
Street Talk: Winter lies I tell myself
Come late summer, I’m typically sanguine about my chances of finally enjoying winter for a change — enjoying it the way I did when I was a boy and every day was a thrill of sleds and skates and snowballs hucked at the unwary.
Block party: The Lego universe calls to Mainers young and old
With something like 1,300 Lego pieces being produced every second, local Lego buffs say the ‘healthy habit’ appeals to their love of design, architecture, engineering, community building, control and simple fun.
Building momentum: The Lego universe calls to Mainers young and old
With something like 1,300 Lego pieces being produced every second, local Lego buffs say the ‘healthy habit’ appeals to their love of design, architecture, engineering, community building, control and simple fun.
Talk of the Town: Cleaning up my act
Mark LaFlamme got a new washing machine and fancy key fob for his truck. And now he’s seeing life in a whole new way. Except on the passenger side of his truck. Let him explain.
2020: It was a year like no other
2020 was a frustrating and difficult time, and although there likely were some triumphs here and there, the year will be remembered for the pandemic that completely reshaped the way we live.
‘Glad to see it gone:’ Locals reflect on 2020
Random people on the street were asked for their thoughts on 2020 and the arrival of a new year.
Talk of the Town: Happy holidays to you and your underpants
Love Lewiston-style An alert reader on Pine Street in Lewiston has stumbled onto a decidedly Lewiston-flavored phenomenon. A man and woman, walking on opposite sides of the street, yelling at each other across the roadway. “Wench! You don’t appreciate me!” “Well, that’s because you’re an unfaithful cur and a layabout besides!” “How DARE you, woman! […]
The power is out. I may have to eat you.
An hour passed in darkness. Then two, then three and clearly this time I was vindicated. It really WAS the end of the world.