This, as it happens, is the kind of big-league violator one could write folk songs about without being accused of over-dramatizing.
Street talk
Every hiker you encounter on Katahdin has a story to tell | Column
She was 81 years old and climbed to Chimney Pond more times than she could remember, and I didn’t even get her name, writes Mark LaFlamme.
Death of homeless woman inspires vigils in Lewiston | Column
Though police say no foul play was involved, there are some who continue to believe the death of 36-year-old Caitlin Grautski is suspicious.
Lewiston’s new cop shop conjures memories and Park Street dreams | Column
While the top minds in the city were planning the new police department’s construction down to the finest detail, they seem to have forgotten one important matter, Mark LaFlamme writes.
When interviewing the accused, expect the unexpected | Mark LaFlamme
It wasn’t just that the accused drug dealer had gushed forth such unabashed self-promotion that drew the ire of many. It was the fact that I had given him the forum to do so in the first place, Mark LaFlamme writes.
Lewiston man worked with unhoused people then found out how easy it is to lose a home
There has to be some compromise that protects the tenant and the landlord while preventing people from getting shooed out onto the street like stray cats, Mark LaFlamme writes.
Lewiston’s ‘Dump Trump’ debacle draws reaction from street graffiti artists
With the stealth of an alley cat, the artist behind the message left their work for thousands to see and nary a clue to his or her identity.
He sleeps outdoors and sometimes goes hungry; but don’t call the man homeless
Mark LaFlamme was looking for someone with an interesting story to tell, and he found one bundled up in three blankets and sitting on a sidewalk.
Introducing William ‘Skeets’ Miller, the bravest reporter I know
It was compassion that drove Skeets on, not the prospect of journalistic glory, writes Mark LaFlamme.
Calling in sick is just as bad as the disease preventing you from working
To call in sick to work, one has to admit to another human being that his flesh is so weak that he can be taken down by wee little invaders not even visible to the naked eye, Mark LaFlamme writes.