The search continues

For a hooker who accepts Bitcoin.

It’s not what you think

I’m reporting a story on Bitcoin, not seeking the services of a prostitute. Boy, we narrowly avoided an embarrassing misunderstanding, didn’t we?

But seriously

If you’ve paid for something with Bitcoin recently, I’d like to hear about it. The more embarrassing the better. Embarrassing for you, I mean.

Phone home. Or don’t.

So, I cleaned my newsroom phone the other night and found the thing so grime covered and nasty, I’m notifying all people with whom I’ve had telephone conversations. Seriously, you might want to have yourself checked.

Harold Ramis

The comedic giant is dead and half of my vocabulary dies with him. For a period in the late ’80s and early ’90s, I never uttered a single sentence that wasn’t somehow related to “Animal House,” “Caddyshack” or “National Lampoon’s Vacation.” Mostly the latter. In another life, I’m pretty sure I was Clark Griswold.

Ides of March

I got your Ides right here. OK, I have no idea what that means, especially since I was pointing to my chin when I said it. But the point is that it’s March and that means we’re one step closer to sweet, sweet spring. Soon the birds will be singing, the green will be on the trees and the fine people of downtown Lewiston will be getting naked again.

A chip off the old something something

In Lewiston Thursday night, there was a report of gunplay on the edge of the downtown. Gunplay! In Lewiston! But no. It turned out to be a dude with an ice chipper. When in tarnation are they going to ban those things? And those ice scrapers with built-in mittens, too. Those are trouble.

LePage orders study of invasive green crabs

All kinds of things I want to say here, but space – and good taste – won’t allow it.

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