It wasn’t so much the break-in itself as it was the wrath of it. “There was glass everywhere,” the woman reported. “It was on the floor and all over the bed. All the drawers were open and clothes had been thrown everywhere. It was a disaster.” And it wasn’t just the bedroom that had been […]
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Street Talk: The casket, the keg and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rusty was always specific when it came to funeral planning. “Man,” he’d say, whenever the topic of mortality arose at the midnight end of a pit party — which was like, always. “When I go, screw the flowers and all of that sad stuff. Put a keg on the lower lid of my casket and […]
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Street Talk: Sympathy for the dope sick
The aching is intense and it is everywhere. It’s there in your legs, humming like a million angry volts. It’s in your back, too, a constant band of pain you can’t put out of your mind for even a few seconds. It’s hard to say which is worse, the roaring ache in your bones or […]
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These are the words they don't want you to read
For many years now, I’ve had great fun inserting certain words into my news stories and columns in order to make an editor’s head pop off. Great fun, I say. On a quiet day, you can actually hear the delicious sound of cranial detachment as the editor in question stumbles upon the verboten word. POP, […]
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Street Talk: Don't mess with Jesse
The very moment I heard Jesse’s name uttered at the scene of the crash, I knew I had a big story on my hands. It is news when anybody gets hit by a car, but this was Jesse Kontoes lying there in a heap on the cold, slushy street. This was a local icon. A […]
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Street Talk: OJ Simpson and the memory hole
Late afternoon, June 17, 1994. I was just three months into my spanking new journalism career when I walked into the newsroom to an unsettling sight. All of the editors, typically splayed out at manageable distances around the newsroom, were standing in one spot in the middle of the room. Managing editors, copy editors, daytime […]
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Street Talk: No prescription necessary
The woman was a ragged mess, her nerves jangled, her guts in a knot. She was having problems with one of her grown children and it left her frantic. Unsettled. Paralyzed at times with gnawing fears of the creeping unknown. A few years beyond 80, she went in desperation to her local pharmacist, in search […]
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Street Talk: The old man and the streetwalkers
Hardly a day goes by when I’m not asked one question or another about the working girls of downtown Lewiston. You know the working girls. They stand on the corners along Pine and Ash, trying to look sexy in five layers of winter garb. They offer a sly glance as you drive by in the […]
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Street Talk: A trip to Cooper Spring
Every month, like clockwork, we make the journey north — or possibly west — to fill our water jugs at the Cooper Spring in Buckfield. Or possibly South Paris, it depends on which map you’re using. The ride to the spring is half the fun. The journey takes us down the winding roads of Minot, through bucolic […]
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Street Talk: Lights out in Lewiston
Call me crazy, but every time the power goes out, I get excited. Not just excited – exhilarated. Enthralled. Energized by a new sense of adventure and an absolute certainty that this is it. This is The Big One. The end of the world has come ’round at last and I’ve got to get my […]