Mark LaFlamme cogitates on one grim shade of gray, some of Paul Newman’s best work, and the eye-popping cost of consumer goods.
Mark LaFlamme
A purloined tip jar and how I was broken by buckets, curtains and traffic lights.
Not enough exclamation points A couple weeks ago, I ranted about the horrible CAPTCHA puzzles that keep trying to prevent me from logging into the local court system. I fear I didn’t stress my aggravation strongly enough. Last week, on a day when I had four court stories to write, the CAPTCHA system drove me […]
Seasonal gloom and spiders in your underpants | Column
It’s not an easy time of year given the waning sunlight, the writer’s block, the editors, the strange È’s …
A cat on a tough hike in the White Mountains saved my mortal soul | Column
Back in Lewiston, Mark LaFlamme has a red dog revelation and a strange hankering for cheese.
Definitely not complaining about the end of summer. Nope. | Column
Mark LaFlamme is also not talking about cameras, eyes or a certain musician’s most popular song.
Fashion advice, but no Dave’s Double for you, my friend | Column
Shades of Minnie Pearl —remember her? — as Mark LaFlamme heads downtown, flashy and flappable.
Missing my A and W and other new product woes | Column
Also, Mark LaFlamme opines on killer butterflies, a badly written obituary and all the smells of Old Orchard Beach in one place.
The Pine Street blues and other depressing stuff | Column
Pining for PineSo, a crucial section of Pine Street in Lewiston was closed this week and you wouldn’t believe what an impact it had on my daily routine. I circle the downtown, hawk-like, on my motorcycle about a hundred times per day and so not being able to use the stretch between Park and Bates […]
Your guide to pipe smoking, driving etiquette and keeping your pants dry | Column
Mark LaFlamme ponders picking up a pipe and taking credit where credit is due.
You’ll never believe what I saw in downtown Lewiston | column
Mark LaFlamme takes on lobsters, left-lane campers and a pair of grimy goggles.