An hour passed in darkness. Then two, then three and clearly this time I was vindicated. It really WAS the end of the world.
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Street Talk: All the world’s a stage
Good morning, people. I apologize for the mess. I let myself into the Street Talk Studios today and found the place in sickening disarray. Dust covers on all the hulking machinery we use to produce the column week after week. Horror movie cobwebs hanging in the corners. Even the fancy candelabras are bearded with dust […]
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Mark LaFlamme: Kids these days have a way of making us feel inadequate
I was just a terrible kid. I mean, no. I wasn’t really. All things considered, I was all right. I had a paper route and sometimes actually delivered the papers. I was generally nice to animals, babies and old people. I said please and thank you and I ate all my vegetables, unless I could get the […]
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Fray over graffiti on Cowan Mill turns into an online gutter fight
Somebody dared to display ‘Hope’ and ‘Love’ in Lewiston.
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Street Talk: Woodsy the Owl is turning mean
The big man was stuck at a light on Sabattus Street and he used the idle minute to stuff his face. Big Mac, it looked like, or possibly a quarter pounder. Before the light went from red to green, he wolfed down half of it and managed to cram in a handful of fries, as […]
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Street Talk: Can I interest you in a spot of tea?
I’ve started drinking tea and it’s gotten so bad that the discovery of something like chamomile in the ingredients list can send me into a fury or an all-day depression.
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Mark LaFlamme: Confessions of a former crime reporter
My motto in those days was: “I don’t want bad things to happen. I just wanna be there when they do.” And I meant it utterly.
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Mark LaFlamme: The singing lady, the brawler and their sobering tales
I could sit here and write all day about the intelligent, talented, supremely gifted people I’ve known who plunged into the black waters of addiction never to emerge again. Most of us could.
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Fuzzy wunnit! And other thoughts on coffee
I could see the look of horror in my wife’s face the second I crawled out of bed at the crack of noon. “Now, you mustn’t panic,” she said, easing herself to relative safety on the other side of the kitchen island. “Above all, you’ve got to stay calm.” “Whazza?” I babbled. It’s how I […]
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Another day at the office
Commuter traffic across the kitchen was terrible. There was the wife, for one thing, creeping and crawling in front of me like there was no hurry to do anything anymore. As if she owned the very linoleum on which we strode. Would it kill you to use your blinker, wife? And cats. Cats crossing everywhere, […]