SUN JOURNAL • October 16, 2022
I was riding around on my motorcycle in Lewiston the other day when a big, fat squirrel sauntered out into the road in front of me. You know how it goes. I slammed on the brakes, fish-tailed a little bit and uttered a quick spurt of commentary that was half prayer, half cuss. I missed the squirrel by inches and then the little troublemaker went on his way. A short time later, some fool ran a stop sign ahead of me, but I was far enough back that I didn’t get wiped out by him. Did that squirrel save my life by altering my temporal course through the city by five seconds? Guess I owe somebody a bag of nuts. ~ Mark LaFlamme