Monthly Archives: August 2020

THE EYE OF THE STORM by Peter Nolan Smith

In early September of 1960 Hurricane Donna struck New England as a category 2/3 storm. The radio station WBZ announced numerous school closing led by Beaver County Day School and closely followed by my primary school on the South Shore, Our Lady of the Foothills. My older brother and I were happy to stay home. […]

Meeting Condo Karen in Red Hook

My young friend Haley and I met in Fort Greene after the passage of the season’s first tropical storm. We had originally planned on cruising down Kent Street into Williamsburg, however the evening sky blaze blue and we opted for a voyage to Red Hook. Larry, a fellow African traveler lived in the low projects […]

Isla Mujeres B-Ball 1988

In 1988 a hurricane had savagely struck the Yucatan. Ships crowded the streets of Isla Mujeres across from the basketball court, where me and la Mayans played against the Italian National Women’s under-21 team. A crowd gathered. My short comrades and I shook their hand and we vowed to play them like gentlemen. The first […]

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 […]

Never Can Say Good-Bye

Sam Royalle and I mourned the closing of Don Muang Airport. The International Terminal was the scene of so many hellos and good-byes. The new Bangkok Airport doesn’t offer a third of the venues for tearful departures and joyous arrivals. Myth has it that many girls timed one boyfriend’s farewell to coincide with another’s hello. […]