Mark LaFlamme writes that for the first time in his 30-plus years in Lewiston, he believes people when they say they don’t want to live here any more.
Mark LaFlamme
Rampaging terrors in Lewiston and in the wilds | Column
A Simone’s hot dog and a new rear end balance out all the bad roads, missing tea and demonic buildings out there, writes Mark LaFlamme.
In Lewiston, a dollar store dilemma becomes an exercise in decency | Column
Mark LaFlamme got the feeling that the man he saw at the Dollar Tree was there specifically for the things he needed to survive this one day. But was he?
I’m not paranoid. They really ARE out to get me | Column
If you spot an overloaded truck on a rural road and the driver is eating chocolate graham crackers and hanging out, Mark LaFlamme would like to hear from you.
In a career covering Maine fires, this reporter has seen how much they can take away | Column
Mark LaFlamme has been to many fires. Too many. He knows fire doesn’t just take the things you need for safety and comfort, it will greedily consume the things you cherish and your past.
My family tree, a runaway flip-flop and the outrage at Cumby’s (not really) | Column
Mark LaFlamme takes a moment to ponder lost clothing, the family tree, and majestic county toilets.
Getting my pound of flesh while losing various underthings | Column
Mark LaFlamme opens up about last week’s numerous embarrassing moments, though he did snag a gargantuan roaster at Market Basket.
A daring escape from the Shaw’s parking lot. Plus bonus weather gripes | Column
Mark LaFlamme needs a Yogi Soothing Caramel Bedtime tea fix now, before the chocolate graham cracker flashbacks start.
I use a ton of exclamation points so you KNOW I have big news | Column
Mark LaFlamme looks excitedly forward to ice out, free soggy furnishings, and other rites of spring. D’oh!
Lewiston train victim heckled by flawless angels | Column
Instead of the usual ‘thoughts and prayers’ on social media, a man struck by a train got mostly mirth and derision, writes Mark LaFlamme.