Monthly Archives: September 2021

September 29, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

The Red Sox are a game out of first with six games to go. Few people in our scene care about sports, although Guadalcanal is a die-heard Yankees fan. They suck this year. Last night I went to party with Grant at Stan’s and ran into Vickie, a skinny blonde with a stutter. I have […]

Excerpt From FAMOUS FOR NEVER by Peter Nolan Smith

Late in the summer of 1978 an Upper East Side photographer asked me to write a photo-roman about a sadistic kidnapping. I cast my co-worker Klaus Sperber as the black leather villain. The Gothic singer was the daytime pastry chef at Serendipity 3. I was a busboy there and Anthony lived above the swishy ice […]

September 25, 1978 – Journal Entry – East Village

Living in the shadow of the Blue Hill Meteorological Observatory during the 1960s I was obsessed with the weather created by the long chain of hills south of the Neponset River. Snow filled the woods in the winter, spring rain flooded the streams running across the overgrown farmland the bogs buzzed with mosquitoes in the […]

TWICE THE MAN by Peter Nolan Smith

My good friend Marge had lived a long life. The Maine native had served as the athletic director at several all-women’s colleges in New England. Her basketball teams had played big teams. She had been a great coach and refused to act her age. The nonagenarian exercised daily and ate healthy foods. Marge abstained from […]

Family Humor

My Great Grandaunt Bert told a skunk joke to my youngest sister and brothers. “There were two skunks; one named In and the other Out. Once their mother said to Out, “Go find In.” Out went out and found In fast. Momma skunk was happy and asked how Out found In so fast. “In Stinks.” […]