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Talk of the town — On the lookout for jackanapes

Left turn, Clyde I sure do appreciate the new turning lane at Route 4 and Lake Shore Drive. Formerly, if you were on a motorcycle and waiting to make that turn, you learned to pray. There’s nothing like the feeling of a cool lake breeze blowing over you as a 16-wheeler bears down on your […]

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Street Talk: Green acres is the life for me. Maybe.

I used to have this dream of living over a bar on the seedy side of a big city. Write all day, drink all night, generally live an unexamined barfly life. Why not, right? In the cities, there is no such thing as closing time. Want a plate of eggs and hash browns at 3 […]

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Talk of the Town: Fifty shades of yoink!

Isn’t it weird That in 2015, you still see commercials plugging “new and improved” toothbrush technology? We can land ships on comets yet we’re still working on a stick and some bristles to clean our choppers? And don’t even get me started on toilet paper. Mr. Charmin perfected it 30 years ago. Why are they […]

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Street Talk: Baltimore riots: More than meets the eye?

Baltimore is going off. Bottles hurled, windows smashed, trash set ablaze and flung in the street. Stores being looted, cop cars stomped, fists flying in all directions. Meanwhile, the real protesters are shrinking away in horror, their signs in tatters, their cause lost beneath the roar of mindless violence. Here, we have just more roving […]

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Street Talk: LinkedIn is a buttoned-down bummer, bosses

You know how I feel about you, right? You’re my bud. My gumba. If you were to invite me to your wedding, family reunion or Parcheesi/key party, I probably wouldn’t go, but I respect you enough to send along a credible-sounding excuse. Probably something about embarrassing foot odor. That one is solid. We’re pals, you […]

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Talk of the town: Who’s this clown?

Comfy cozy OK, enough! You broke me! The rumors you heard were true, I DID show up at a crime scene last week wearing a pair of household slippers. I ran up and down Pine Street in Lewiston in a pair of fuzzy, frilly slippers donned to keep my toe-toes warm in the chilly April […]