Mark LaFlamme: An ode to Piso Mojado

Would Johnny Cash have written lurid love songs about a car that parks itself, brakes on its own and complains about lane changes? 

Street Talk: Woodsy the Owl is turning mean

Mark LaFlamme: The mystery of Todd Finn

Mark LaFlamme: The art of extrication

To my eye, extrication is like surgery on a magnified scale. You're slicing and cutting and tearing into metal instead of human flesh, but the operation requires the same level of precision, and the ultimate aim is the same: the preservation of human life. 

Street Talk: Can I interest you in a spot of tea?

I've started drinking tea and it's gotten so bad that the discovery of something like chamomile in the ingredients list can send me into a fury or an all-day depression. 

Mark LaFlamme: Elmer Fudd and the cancel culture

Mark LaFlamme: Fish and column ideas are hard to come by

Mark LaFlamme: Confessions of a former crime reporter

My motto in those days was: "I don't want bad things to happen. I just wanna be there when they do." And I meant it utterly. 

Street Talk: Need anything at The Hannaford?

Back in saner times, you wouldn't have been considered selfish for going to the market for one measly item. Heck, you could go to Shaw's just to use the gumball machine, no one would care.

Coronavirus has turned ordinary Americans into snitches

The snitch culture is a side effect that is far more terrible than anything coronavirus could ever do to us.