If you spot an overloaded truck on a rural road and the driver is eating chocolate graham crackers and hanging out, Mark LaFlamme would like to hear from you.
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My family tree, a runaway flip-flop and the outrage at Cumby’s (not really) | Column
Mark LaFlamme takes a moment to ponder lost clothing, the family tree, and majestic county toilets.
Getting my pound of flesh while losing various underthings | Column
Mark LaFlamme opens up about last week’s numerous embarrassing moments, though he did snag a gargantuan roaster at Market Basket.
A daring escape from the Shaw’s parking lot. Plus bonus weather gripes | Column
Mark LaFlamme needs a Yogi Soothing Caramel Bedtime tea fix now, before the chocolate graham cracker flashbacks start.
I use a ton of exclamation points so you KNOW I have big news | Column
Mark LaFlamme looks excitedly forward to ice out, free soggy furnishings, and other rites of spring. D’oh!
Lewiston train victim heckled by flawless angels | Column
Instead of the usual ‘thoughts and prayers’ on social media, a man struck by a train got mostly mirth and derision, writes Mark LaFlamme.
Boiling water in my ankle bracelet while tangling with inflatables
Friend or foe? So, at the corner of East Avenue and Lisbon Street in Lewiston stands a rather affable wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube man who gets really animated in the spring winds. I don’t know how they did it, but one of his hands in particular flaps up and down with notable enthusiasm like […]
A dead truck, a purloined coat and a baby kangaroo walk into a bar… | Column
Always willing to help his fellow citizens out of a jam, writer Mark LaFlamme is willing to take one (coat) for the team. And a balaclava.
Frost heaves, big peanut news and some truly horrible ear worms just for you | Column
Mark LaFlamme offers some advice to lonely Gilbert O’Sullivan, who should consider himself lucky.
Cryptic clues, warm weather and fun with anagrams | Column
Mark LaFlamme acknowledges there’s a lot to get used to these days when he’s not surfing . . . on doctor’s orders.