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Street talk: Look away, I’m hideous

When you live the life of high fashion like I do, you get used to being under the knife. A tuck here, a staple there. Something made bigger, something made smaller; something waxed, something peeled, something rejuvenated through weird scalpel sorcery. It’s part of the lifestyle. After a while you barely notice. OK, I’m lying. […]

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Talk of the town: Mired in the Lewiston Spooey

Easy-to-spot sophistication At a recent art show I was sent to cover, a woman, whom I now love intensely, said, “Aren’t you the crime and mayhem reporter? Why in heaven’s name do they have you out here covering arts and culture?” It’s nice when someone gets you. This car climbed Munjoy Hill Saw this bumper […]

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Talk of the town: Smell my pretty flower

I’ll have what he’s having I was sent out the other day for a report of somebody engaging in a sexual act in the area of Luiggi’s Pizzeria in Lewiston. I didn’t find anything up there, but you can understand how this kind of thing would happen. I mean, have you ever HAD a Fergi? […]

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The mystery of Wendell Strout’s missing moustache

Moving violations State Police say they pulled over a guy going 146 mph Wednesday on the turnpike – in a Dodge Neon! I once dated a girl who drove a Neon and that sucker could barely go fast enough to handle the on-ramp, let alone the turnpike itself. The only thing fast about that car […]

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Talk of the town: Little boxes on the hillside

Who ya gonna call? Almost got beat up in the newsroom the other day after announcing to the other reporters that I was never a fan of the original “Ghostbusters.” I know that it’s “a classic,” whatever that means, but I never got the hype. Anyway, I averted that beatdown, but when I added that […]

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Street Talk: Fight Club, Lewiston style

Many moons ago in downtown Lewiston, I saw a man get into a fight with a trash bag. He was hauling the overstuffed Hefty down Park Street, toward Chestnut, when the bag split and some greasy garbage spilled out. Enraged, the flustered fellow gave the bag a petulant yank which caused more trash to come […]