Street Talk: Mark LaFlamme feels a bit like that Sisyphus fellow rolling that rock up a mountain over and over.
Mark LaFlamme
Mark LaFlamme: Finish your curds or Krampus may pay you a visit
Talk of the Town: Ahh Thanksgiving. We all looked forward to my Aunt Clara’s tomato aspic.
Mark LaFlamme: The ghost of Punk Icee and other phantoms of the streets
Street Talk: All of those fantastic street phantoms are gone now and yet my eyes will lie to me out of pure yearning for the olden days
Mark LaFlamme: The new office chair must be a Ouija board for the butt
Talk of the Town: Can office furniture affect your writing style or connect you to the dead?
Mark LaFlamme: Lewiston-Auburn police won’t budge on the matter of radio traffic
Talk of the Town: The police have never provided a convincing argument for why they needed to encrypt their radio transmissions, Mark LaFlamme writes.
Mark LaFlamme: Math lessons with Barbara Streisand and Mike Tyson
Talk of the town: When duty calls, you know where I’ll be. Happy Jacks.
Mark LaFlamme: The long gone things we miss the most
Street Talk: Lots of people miss lots of places and things, as it turns out, and those memories came flying at me like a storm of time-traveling locusts.
Mark LaFlamme: Shrewd political analysis and something that looks like chop suey
Talk of the town: I’m not sure I’d offer any of you a free cup of tea.
Mark LaFlamme: Mad Dog, Massage and Murder: A glimpse into my old files
Street Talk: In search of a single file, I had to go digging through a whole lot of boxes, and a whole bunch of memories came flapping out like deranged moths to greet me.
Mark LaFlamme: God help me if I ever need flea powder
Talk of the Town: Medicine or no medicine, I’ll be watching my pees and Qs.