All bark, no bite Some safety minded folks were disturbed, apparently, over my description of my abandoned play with strange dogs. I hang my head and tuck my tail with shame. The fact is, I exaggerated in that column, if you can imagine it, for dramatic effect. I have two rules when it comes to […]
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Street Talk: May I pet your dog and/or cat?
It’s no secret that I have what is known in zoology circles — and by my own team of therapists — as dog envy. If I see a strange dog on the street, on a hiking trail, or eating from of an overturned trash can at the curb, I immediately want to play with it, giving no thought at all as to where it’s been.
Talk of the town: I love what you’ve done with your hair
Take a seat Another poignant observation from my downtown friend Lisa: “It was on Super Bowl Sunday that I saw a guy walking down Pine Street carrying a recliner over his head. I guess he was bringing his own lucky chair to his friend’s house to watch the game.” Makes me wonder what this dude […]
A Street Talk confession: I haven’t learned about church since CCD
Before walking into a single church or making a simple phone call, I become filled with self-doubt, suddenly very vividly aware my own ignorance.
Street Talk: Faces of the fallen emerge after we learn the details of the crime
Covering killings is like putting bloody puzzle pieces together. In the early hours, we’re still limited to ‘victims’ and ‘perps’ and all the other generic terminology from the grim vernacular.
Talk of the Town: Can’t get enough of your cheeseburger, baby
More on my deep basso voice In response to an item from last week, more readers announced that they, too, were surprised that my voice was rather deep — I’m practically Barry White over here — and not all high like Pee-wee Herman’s. This is a marvel to me. My main concern is my writer’s […]
Street Talk: ‘Timmy’s adventures in school-skipping’
I feel sympathy for kids these days, whose lives have been so disrupted, and their realities so warped, that to skip school, all they are required to do is close their laptop lids and go sit in the living room.
Mold, a blackened cell, water buckets and tales of headless skeletons: A tour of the 165-year-old Androscoggin County Courthouse
While the ghastly remains of a cell where a jail inmate may have burned alive is disturbing, it’s not the most troubling thing you’ll see on a tour of the quaint, but decrepit old building.
Talk of the Town: My deep basso voice
Dollars and sense Oh, this is rich. Ever since I wrote a story about some local folks who received their stimulus checks in unsealed envelopes, I’ve been getting emails from people who want MY advice about their own financials. How should they go about inquiring about the status of their checks? How should they proceed […]
Street Talk: Who needs a shovel when you’ve got pure rage?
What’s worse is that now ordinary people like possibly you are talking about the coming storm, too, so I have to employ my black belt level talent for denial everywhere I go.