Bad news

The Sun Journal’s dyspeptic sportswriter Randy Whitehouse is leaving. This is a huge blow. I’ve always thought of His Surliness as one of the finest writers the state has to offer, although his brilliance has always been whisper quiet. He’s insightful, he’s funny and he works like a farm mule. Kind of looks like one, too. No, I kid. I love the man and will miss him around the newsroom. Whomever replaces Whitehouse truly has some big shoes to fill, and I mean that literally. Randy’s feet are massive. They scare me a little. But the point is the dude is off to the Kennebec Journal and I wish him well. Our loss is for sure the Greater Augusta Area’s gain.

Does Lewiston have pimps?

This was a question posed by a nice older woman who saw some dude all decked out in glittery attire on Lisbon Street. “Honestly,” the nice lady said, “he looked like a pimp.” And lo! As she watched the funny man, a provocatively attired young lady stepped out onto the street and handed Mr. Pink Ring a wad of cash. “I think,” said my hawk-eyed friend, “that it was one of those happy ending type deals.”

One of those daze

Early in the week, at various times of the day, local police were: looking for a naked man in Kennedy Park; asked to do a welfare check on a woman wearing too much lipstick, and taking a woman to the hospital after she put her cell phone in a very tender area of her body. I’m fairly sure that kind of thing will void your warrant. As for the rest of it? Who knows. You could blame Super Moon, I suppose, but to me it sounds like Lewiston being Lewiston.

Lewiston wormhole

So, I discovered a tiny path behind Lisbon Street News on Lisbon Street and decided to ride it on my dual sport to see where it went. Turns out it’s a pretty handy shortcut to Marston Street and Pleasant Street beyond it. And when I emerged from that small patch of woods, what did I see? About a dozen cops standing next to an apartment complex and looking at the fool riding where he ain’t supposed to. I tell you, it was an incredible bit of timing because that’s the VERY FIRST TIME I’ve ever ridden my Suzuki where it’s not, technically, allowed. Yup. First time ever.

Internet Cat Video Festival

Is Aug. 23 at Farnsworth Art Museum in Rockland. We’re still going, right? I was wondering if we could possibly car pool this year.

Cold as ice

Aw, fiddle sticks! I got called out on that ice bucket thing on Facebook Wednesday but, as of this writing, I still haven’t dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, do a Google search for “ice,” “bucket” and “dumbasses.” As for me, I really don’t mind accepting the challenge. Heck, I douse myself with ice water three or four times a day as a rule. For obvious reasons.

mlaflamme@sunjournal.com

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