While the top minds in the city were planning the new police department’s construction down to the finest detail, they seem to have forgotten one important matter, Mark LaFlamme writes.
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There’s seaweed in my shorts and Nordiques love in my heart | Mark LaFlamme
Talk of the town: I’m feeling very bro-ish and I don’t know if it’s because of the Nords’ winning ways or the fear of being shanked?
What’s in Mark’s backpack? We’re glad you asked.
The trail lover breaks down his under-12-pounds of backcountry gotta-haves.
Take a hike! A list of great area trails from a hiking noob
In spite of my earlier misconceptions about hiking, I’ve fallen for it . . . and for the hundreds of great hiking spots within a reasonable drive from Lewiston-Auburn.
When interviewing the accused, expect the unexpected | Mark LaFlamme
It wasn’t just that the accused drug dealer had gushed forth such unabashed self-promotion that drew the ire of many. It was the fact that I had given him the forum to do so in the first place, Mark LaFlamme writes.
Avert your eyes! That bee is doing his personal business | Mark LaFlamme
Talk of the Town: Yes, I was trying to take the cop’s belt off, but it’s not what you think, perv.
Lewiston man worked with unhoused people then found out how easy it is to lose a home
There has to be some compromise that protects the tenant and the landlord while preventing people from getting shooed out onto the street like stray cats, Mark LaFlamme writes.
My hostile takeover of Buckfield and an exciting new doctor in town | Mark LaFlamme
Talk of the Town: The upside of my new office massage chair: no need for quarters. The downside: typos.
There were scorpions on my face and chickens battling in my driveway
Mark LaFlamme is back from vacation and dives into pot holes.
If only Lewiston could be a hockey town again . . .
I’m sorry, but if you can’t fill The Colisée for junior hockey even when tickets are given away, you don’t get to wear the Hockey Town moniker anymore, writes Mark LaFlamme.