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.

Neither Rain Nor Sleet Not Snow

1978 Boston. Route 128. A world-class blizzard hit New England. 24 inches of snow in 12 hours. The next day another 12. Manhattan was buried under a blanket of white. I was worried about my parents and called 109 Harborview Road o tell my father that said I was coming home “How?” He was a […]

SNOW by Jesse Winchester

Jesse Winchester recorded this song in 1970. Winter was winter back in the last century. Listening to this song is as close as I’m going to get to the 20th Century on a day like this. To hear SNOW by Jesse Winchester,please go to the following URL

New York Snow Day

In the winter of 2010 I woke early to see snow flakes flutter against the window of my Brooklyn bedroom. Beyond the glass a winter storm was decorated the city white. I thought about going back to sleep, except the telephone rang. It was my boss’ son, Richie Boy. “I hope you’re calling to tell […]

American Sniper

AMERICAN SNIPER has fast become a national hit. The ‘hero’ kills and kills and kills only the bad guys. Every one of his targets deserved a tap on the head or a shot through the heart. Audience cheer the death of Iraqi insurgents without remembering that the USA’s occupation of Iraq was a complete failure […]

Gym Rats Versus Beermas

Back in the 80s Gold’s Gym had a ground floor gym off of Astor Place. Scores of fitness enthusiasts ran on treadmills and lifted weights visible to passers-by through large windows. My friend and I played basketball in Tompkins Square Park. 3 hours a day. Afterwards we like nothing better than to get our lawn […]