Chris Williams was my closest work bud, and I suspect that all of you understand how important work buds are, since without them, we’d go mad from our daily toil, and that applies to all professions, Mark LaFlamme writes.
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Isn’t it obvious? It’s not real poetry unless it rhymes
Mark LaFlamme: Spurned lovers, unwanted Facebook guests and the hazards of a good education (meeting).
Making the cop rounds ain’t what it used to be
The relationship between the media and police has become distant and robotic; like an arranged marriage that teeters on collapse, says Mark LaFlamme.
The country seems to be in a fog, and that can’t be good
We owe it to civilization to keep kissing as many people as we can, writes Mark LaFlamme.
Should residents expect downtown Lewiston gunfire to continue in 2025?
With so many rounds whizzing through downtown, it’s probably not a matter of IF some innocent soul gets gunned down, but rather a matter of WHEN.
Droning on about nude models and wandering cows
Like some Maine State Troopers, Mark LaFlamme rounds up beefy news items.
Mark LaFlamme is on the hunt for the New Jersey drone swarms
The government? Aliens? Or just holiday lights on a hill? Reports of drone armadas have traveled from New Jersey to Maine and I’ll find them even if I have to travel all the way to Durham.
This forecast includes specific swear words
Mark LaFlamme bets Hugh Hefner didn’t have to put up with weird winter weather or snow — white, brown or otherwise.
Covering news in Sabattus. How hard can it be?
Street Talk: Mark LaFlamme feels a bit like that Sisyphus fellow rolling that rock up a mountain over and over.
Mark LaFlamme: Finish your curds or Krampus may pay you a visit
Talk of the Town: Ahh Thanksgiving. We all looked forward to my Aunt Clara’s tomato aspic.