Monthly Archives: September 2018

UPPER THERE by Peter Nolan Smith

In August of 1987 friends in Michigan extended invitations to visit them in Onekema and the Upper Peninsula. Paulie, Gregg, and I celebrated our departure at the Milk Bar in Lower Manhattan. “Why are you going to Michigan for vacation?” Scottie the owner was a New Yorker. The rest of the country was a blank […]

BEAR MEAT by Peter Nolan Smith

In August of 1987 Pullie Fallen, Grieg Packer, and I left New York City for Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The art professor, literary agent, and I took turns driving Pullie’s F-150 pickup truck through the sweltering heat of the Midwest. None of us broke the speed limit, since Pullie had two unlicensed guns under his seat. […]

Category 6 Hurricane

The first hurricane of the season gathered strength during the storm’s slow progress across the Atlantic. Florence had one point has classed a category 4 storm and the Carolinas prepared for the worst, however the tempest weakened in the shallow continental shelf and struck Cape Hatteras as a Category 1 hurricane. A category 1 is […]

Elephant Magic Trick for Thai Love

Elephants have long memories. Mostly because they have long lives. I have met 100 year-old elephants in Thailand. Not in Africa since poachers killed the pachyderms for their tusks. You would have thought somewhere along the line these ivory hunters would have invested in an elephant dentist, although I doubt elephants are very tractable for […]

BAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith

In February of 2013 the president of a private jet charter service invited me to dinner at the Oyster Bar. I accepted without hesitation, because I was a born and bred New Englander and nowhere else in the city served a wider variety of oysters. “You don’t mind if I my girlfriend and her daughter […]