It was a week of barb-wire cold (if you know what I mean), saltine success, sand snitches, being Greene with shame, and no honeymoon photos.
Mark LaFlamme
The arctic throat punch and other scary weather terms
Street Talk: This arctic blast isn’t going to make a Jack-Nicholson-at-the-end-of-‘The-Shining’-style popsicle out of me, no sir. I’m all kinds of ready for this.
I have been to the top of the coffee bean mountain
Street Talk: I’d go door to door preaching the word of the cold brew carafe if I thought it would help deliver you poor souls from that wretched paste you swill morning after morning.
I ain’t eatin’ that
This week, columnist LaFlamme vociferates on saltines, grocery bags, top 10 lists and French pastry.
Remembering ‘the bike lady,’ Ruth Slovenski
Street Talk: Ruth Slovenski was well known for many things in the Bates College community and elsewhere, but in my small circle, she’s known most famously for her bicycle.
Talk of the town: You’re as charming as an eel . . . oops
Jonesing for plastic bags, the woes of last-minute shopping, and fear of combusting plants: columnist Mark LaFlamme weighs in.
Tourtiere pie: You don’t have to say it right to enjoy it
Street Talk: Somewhere, somehow, all the holiday gremlins in the world had conspired to replace my salubrious tourtiere pie with some look-alike abomination!
Talk of the town: Dressed to thrill
Lewiston schools relax dress code So, apparently the school board has been moved by the spirit of giving and will now allow students to wear things like hats, hoods, studded collars (no idea what those are) and crop tops (those, either) to class. Interested for reasons that are beyond me, I looked up information about […]
The Christmas spirit can’t overcome the lies and ferocious hate
Street Talk: In place of Christmas joy comes the grinding unhappiness of living in a demoralized and divided world — a world that no longer makes sense.
Stop running over my food
Talk of the Town: I suppose that next some fool will drive into Wendy’s, George’s Pizza, Lewiston House of Pizza and the section of Hannaford where they sell those pre-cooked miniature chickens. If that happens, I’ll just go ahead and die of malnutrition.