Monthly Archives: September 2018

London Dark Alley

Not many alleys are left in America, but London abounds in these narrow passages. Estate agents called them ‘cul de sac’. That’s obsolete French for ‘back of the bag’. My friend Sam Royalle lived on one in Nottinghill Gate. Off Westbourne Grove to be exact. The top of the alley was bracketed by a Domino’s […]

Live Long and Prosper

The Masoretic version of the Bible claimed that Methuselah achieved the epic age of 969. His name is synonymous with longevity. No one in modern history has touched his nonagenarian record, although my great-grand aunt lived to 103. Bert circled the world in a sailing ship. One port of call was Bangkok. She was the […]

TIME HAS COME TODAY by the Chambers Brothers

In the late-60s I attended a Catholic Boys high school ten miles away from my house. No buses or trains ran between the suburbs on the outskirts of Boston and only connection between these bedroom communities was Route 128 orbiting Boston from Nantasket Beach in the South Shore to the North Shore fishing port of […]

Paul Fullerton Memorial

My good friend Paulie passed from this Earth. Quickly. I spoke to him only two weeks ago. He was in a good mood. Happy. I shall miss him. He worked as a sculptor. His friends loved him.

WALKING THE WALK by peter nolan smith

Road trips need a destination. Point A to B. The travel is important. Not A or B. The summer of 1987 Greg Hunt, and I threw our bags in back of Paul Fullerton’s pick-up. Our friends in Michigan had extended invitations to visit them in Onekema and the Upper Peninsula. We celebrated our departure at […]