Meg Griffin admitted to Bowdoin College A pity she didn’t choose Bates, instead. We don’t have nearly enough cartoon characters struttin’ around here. Although I did see a guy who looked an awful lot like Dagwood plucking something out of a dumpster behind 7-Eleven the other day. I think he might be on the pipe. […]
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Tales of kindness and fortitude (and also some lame stuff)
I’m not saying that people have become weaker and less resilient as they’ve come to depend on the internet more and more. On the other hand, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
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Love is in the air — along with a whole lot of crazy
Spring forward Some wizard of math and astronomical calculations just alerted me that daylight savings is less than a month away. We are that close to springing forward, my friends, and ain’t that an injection of hope in the buttocks of winter despair! What does it all mean? Nothing, really? I just wanted to use […]
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On God and terrible moments
Out of the wreckage on that Clinton back road came the devastating personal details that brought the bigger picture into hideous focus.
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Doing secret groundhog things
Just like last year It’s the same thing every year. I never remember that it’s Groundhog Day until I wake up in the morning (ish) and find everybody talking about it. That delayed awareness prevents me from enjoying the early Groundhog Eve festivities the way I assume the rest of you do. The rodent nog, the […]
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SJ columnist 100 years ago mused about life, freedom
Arthur G. Staples wrote about the cost of newspapers and advocated for women’s abilities.
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Keep your hands where I can see ’em
This, that and the utter thing So last week I complained, in a delirious ramble, that I never got a meaningful tattoo, such as one featuring a cow with a palm tree growing where it’s utter should be. Ask and ye shall receive, my bros. Some enterprising tattooist, who’s clearly been huffing his ink, sent […]
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Street Talk: Much ado about notebooks
So, I was assigned to cover a meeting last week and when I got there, I realized I didn’t have a notebook. End of the world, right? Five years ago, maybe. Five years ago, showing up at a meeting, event or downtown rumble would have sent me into panic mode. I would have frantically dialed […]
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What smells like Bob?
That’s what SHE said For years I’ve been complaining that when I’m sent to cover school committee meetings at Auburn City Hall, I can’t hear a thing that’s being said in that weird room with its freakishly high ceilings. No matter who’s talking and no matter what it’s about, they all sound like the school […]
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Confessions of an unpainted man
We’re friends, you and I. Chums. We have some laughs, we have deep conversations and none of it’s heavy because we’re pals. Amigos. It would be nice if you’d take me somewhere nice now and then, but hey, I’m not complaining. We’re buds. And because we’re such compadres, I’m going to let you in on my deepest, most shocking […]