Author Archives: Peter

Open City declared Peter Nolan Smith an underground punk legend of the 1970s East Village. The New England native spent many years as a nightclub doorman in New York, Paris, London, and Hamburg. The constant traveler has lived for long periods of time in Europe and the Far East. After a forced retirement from the Schmatta trade in Thailand, Peter Nolan Smith returned to New York to work in the international diamond trade. At summer’s end he resumed the life of a writer. The world’s leading leisureologist is currently based in Sri Racha, Thailand, Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and Luxembourg City. He has no address.

Goodbye Good, Hello The Donald

Barack Obama has been president for the last eight years. Today he walked out of the White House to resume his life as an ordinary citizen of the USA and hours later the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court swore in Donald Trump as the 45th President of the United States. The new leader of […]

ON THE SOUTH SHORE by Peter Nolan Smith KINDLE VERSION

I was lucky enough to live through the 1960s as a teenager on the South Shore of Boston. Home was still home to us. My friends and I led charmed lives at the Quincy Quarries, Surf Nantasket, and Wollaston Beach ON THE SOUTH SHORE recounts those lives. The time was short, but retelling these tales […]

I’ve Been To The Mountaintop

On April 3, 1968 Martin Luther King Jr. spoke at the Mason Temple in Memphis, Tennessee mostly about the ongoing Memphis Sanitation Strike. At the end of his call for unity, economic actions, boycotts, and nonviolent protest, the Man of Peace discussed the possibility of an untimely death. Like anybody, I would like to live […]

Trump In Bed

President-elect Trump had a tough week. The news media were invited to his first press interview in six months. He spoke to them from Trump Tower. He deflected questions about his tax returns and divestiture of his global fortune, as the MSM sought answers about Trump’s worrying connection to Russia. His combative attacks on CNN […]

Da End O Da Woild

Flowers are beautiful. Art is meaningless. Some people seek love. Others expect the end. Tesla sought perfection. Edison gave them a lightbulb. Lightbulbs suck. I like bones.