Talk of the Town: Once you pay to get into Range Pond State Park, you might as well enjoy some beach time even if you’re wearing long pants on a sweltering hot day and being called ‘Senor Pantalones’ by other beachgoers.
talk of the town
Mark LaFlamme: Does anything say summer like spittle, beguilement and nagging hoot owls?
Talk of the Town: Just don’t get within spittin’ distance.
Mark LaFlamme: Oh, nuts! Oozing garbage and pickpocket chipmunks
Talk of the Town: Does any heartbreak compare to the anguish of finding a full shelf of pistachios before discovering . . .
Mark LaFlamme: They grow up so darn fast
Talk of the Town: That closed elevator door started to feel like the wall of a tomb and I’ll tell you: I was starting to plot a bold, Hollywood-style escape through the ceiling hatch.
Mark LaFlamme: Let me tell you about the birds and the bears
Talk of the Town: You won’t hear a peep out of us.
Mark LaFlamme: If the sharks don’t get you, the moths will
Talk of the Town: Are there sharks in Lewiston? Let’s close the beaches anyway to be safe.
Mark LaFlamme: A tough week for pants
Talk of the Town: Slips, math, bots, mad dogs, trouser changes, taxes. What a week!
Mark LaFlamme: Just don’t understand what’s with the white poles in Lewiston
Talk of the Town: Some guy named Billy is making a mess of things.
Mark LaFlamme: There’s dark magic afoot
Talk of the Town: Dark magic, Snickers bars, locks of love, and furry cafe romances. You can’t get this just anywhere. Welcome to columnist Mark LaFlamme’s world.
Mark LaFlamme: Now with more spitting and horse wrangling
Talk of the town: Space cowboys. Real cowboys. Older cat ladies. Dancing Statues of Liberties. And where is Bog Hoot again?