Monthly Archives: September 2018

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 […]

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 […]

18-Foot Waves

In 2009 Hurricane Bill aimed its fury at the East Coast. Weatherologists predicted a massive tidal surge from the possible category 4 storm and warned of 15-18 foot waves along the coast. Surfers were ecstatic with this possibility of big-time swells, but I recalled the ‘Perfect Storm’ of October 1991, when the wind-driven tides pushed […]

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. […]