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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 […]

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Talk of the town: The autumnal squash that shall not be named

Drained Many of you good, probably drunk people have sent me your photos of the canals in Lewiston, which were recently drained. I appreciate all the images of busted computer monitors, bent shopping carts, sad-looking boots, bald tires, wrecked bird cages, ancient TVs, ugly sofas and doorless microwave ovens scattered half-buried in the muck at […]

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Talk of the town: Bleep Blips are good, too

The Mad Dog barks at midnight Somewhere in Lewiston, a man walks into convenience store, grabs a bottle of liquor off a shelf, downs it and promptly passes out on the floor. Now, I ask you: is that even shoplifting? I mean, the drunken fellow never left the store with the goods. As far as […]

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Talk of the town

Pantsless at Shaw’s It happened in Lewiston because Lewiston is like the half-naked capital of the state, am I right? A shopper was reported to be inside the store wearing a shirt but no pants, which to me doesn’t violate any laws whatsoever. I mean, the sign on the door does say “shoes and shirt […]

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Hand over the goldfish and no one gets hurt

Moolah As I was leaving 8th District Court the other day, a clerk came running out of the courthouse to give back the debit card I had used to purchase an affidavit. Boy, I got lucky there. If she hadn’t been the honest sort, she could have kept my card and treated herself to all […]