Monthly Archives: September 2017

I Blew The Shofar

Last weekend I was out on Montauk with Richie Boy. His summer rental of his shack had finished the previous Sunday and his beach house was his again. We worked around his cottage in the morning and played with his twins, then hit Ditch Plains at noon. The waves were ankle-high, but the surfers in […]

50 States of Hell

Hawaii is the happiest state in America. New York ranks as the unhappiest. It is my state and I wish that I could be with my children in Thailand. Holding my son and daughter is paradise for me. Maybe I can fly to Asia in two weeks. One good sale would pay for the R/T […]

Stealing the Shofar

Joseph, a deeply religious man, went to his temple for Rosh Hashanah and forgot his prayer shawl [Tallit], so he borrowed one from “the rack” by the door. At the end of the service, he realised that he really liked this Tallit so much so that he actually decided to stuff it down the front […]

Blowing The Shofar

Ron, a Catholic chauffeur, was bragging to his friend how well the Jewish family who employed him treated him. ‘You wouldn’t believe it,’ he bragged. ‘I get tips galore, and they always buy me lunch or dinner when I drive. My salary is great, with benefits. I get off all holidays, including the Jewish ones, […]

ROSH A HOMA by Peter Nolan Smith

Last night I sat in Frank’s Lounge with Vince. The owner’s nephew and I were discussing a teaching position as a creative writer. The offer sounded good and the Fort Greene native said, “Hell, I have a four day weekend thanks to Rush a homa.” “You mean Rosh Hashanah?” My boss from the Diamond District […]