Mark LaFlamme is back from vacation and dives into pot holes.
Mark LaFlamme
If only Lewiston could be a hockey town again . . .
I’m sorry, but if you can’t fill The Colisée for junior hockey even when tickets are given away, you don’t get to wear the Hockey Town moniker anymore, writes Mark LaFlamme.
Dealing with billfold curses and delicious, cryptic death threats
Mark LaFlamme: They are called ‘trousers.’ You pronounce it ‘MAK-a-roon.’ And where are my flip-flops and umbrella drink?
Body found in Lewiston bog still shrouded in mystery
In this otherwise pristine wilderness, bits of bright yellow crime scene tape assault the eyes and whisper of something terrible that has has happened here, Mark LaFlamme writes.
Lock up your valuables and tap that keg
Mark LaFlamme: It’s been an ‘interesting’ week if you’re looking for men’s underwear or getting poked on Facebook.
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.
Did you know that it’s illegal to drive around without pants?
Mark LaFlamme: When in doubt, before buckling up put some pants on.
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.
In praise of hero store clerks, snow angels and cool millions
Mark LaFlamme: I was feeling really good about my two-mile snowshoe journey until I wasn’t.
Enjoying winter with a song on my lips and my tongue on a flagpole
Talk of the Town: !!#$@! is what Mark LaFlamme has to say about this weather.