Talk of the Town: There was a time when I was living directly above a Sam’s on Main Street in Lewiston and all I ate for three years straight was pizza and steak subs.
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Mark LaFlamme: Winter’s confusing overtime rules
Talk of the Town: Taking aim at falling lizards, January, football overtime rules, the laws on cleaning cast iron pans and so much more.
Mark LaFlamme: Swearing about the cold in German
Talk of the Town: An unusual tour of Deutschland featuring boots, Greene sand, Reddy Kilowatt, heroes, late-night accidents and so much mehr. Want some schnitzel with that?
Mark LaFlamme: Dead batteries and bruised tailbones
Talk of the Town: ‘I’m getting a lot of spam lately that begins with ‘Hello, dear.’ ‘
Talk of the town: It feels like burning
It was a week of barb-wire cold (if you know what I mean), saltine success, sand snitches, being Greene with shame, and no honeymoon photos.
Talk of the town: In search of an appellation
I’ve been skulking around Lewiston’s prime spots for so long, you’d think people would have taken to calling me “Kennedy Park Mark,” “Canal Man” or . . .
I ain’t eatin’ that
This week, columnist LaFlamme vociferates on saltines, grocery bags, top 10 lists and French pastry.
Talk of the town: You’re as charming as an eel . . . oops
Jonesing for plastic bags, the woes of last-minute shopping, and fear of combusting plants: columnist Mark LaFlamme weighs in.
Talk of the town: I know you are, but what am I?
Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose Got a random email from some company or another extolling the many benefits of hiring a life coach. I read it, too. I mean, who needs a life coach more than I do? I can barely dress myself. I was about to sign up, but when the company refused […]
Talk of the town: Business advice that’s totally not stupid
To whom am I speaking? Oh, this is spooky. Apparently, the Sun Journal provides an audio service where some robotic voice will read the day’s news to you, the “reader.” I tried it the other day with one of my columns and I’ve got to admit, the narrator sounded pretty authentic. The creepiest part was […]