Street Talk: Police are a superstitious lot and as far as they’re concerned, any utterance of the Q-word is bound to cause mayhem and ought to be a felony.
Mark LaFlamme
Mark LaFlamme: Plant your corn early
Talk of the Town: Good times for yard drinking, bees, meat lovers and Sheriff Eric Samson.
Mark LaFlamme: A former ‘putz’s’ graduation lament
Street Talk: After graduation, I spent eight or nine years just wandering in kind of a shabby, hedonistic daze.
Mark LaFlamme: You forgot Mother’s Day, didn’t you?
Talk of the Town: What with the lawn, the killer hummingbirds, Mother’s Day and pesky peanut jar tops, it’s a very busy season.
Mark LaFlamme: Online ugliness is the rule, not the exception
Street Talk: In the day when public discourse was conducted in a real-world environment, one could expect a punch in the nose if he resorted to the kind of trash talk we see as a matter of course online.
Mark LaFlamme: My attack hawk will be here at any moment
Talk of the Town: I swear one pothole was so deep, I saw a beautiful mermaid down there frolicking in a lost subterranean city. Either that or . . .
Mark LaFlamme: Dope smuggling isn’t for the faint of heart
Street Talk: As long as there’s the potential for big money, somebody somewhere is willing to take the risk, and sheer numbers mean the odds are in their favor.
Mark LaFlamme: Just do it! It will amuse me.
Talk of the Town: The more this person wrote me to trumpet the many joys of the presumably stinky cheese, the more it began to feel like some practical joke.
Mark LaFlamme: Brother, can you spare a column idea?
Street Talk: I may not have the intellectual gusto to generate ideas of my own today, but plenty of you weirdos were happy to step up and do it for me.
Mark LaFlamme: May the glory of Garfunkel shine upon you. Or something.
Talk of the town: Seasonings, sensors, sunglasses and sad, confused daffodils.