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.

Fenway Smith’s First Beermas

Susan Cheever entered the ranks of prohibitionism with today’s NY Times DRUNKENFREUDE. Her glib mangling of the classic German term ‘schadenfreude’ meaning taking joy in the misery of others opens with a 10 year-old tale of a woman’s heavy drinking at a Christmas party then shifts into an observation that New Yorkers no longer get […]

Warfare In America

President George W Bush rightfully understood that the attacks on 9/11 were acts of war, but the hijackers were not soldiers from a foreign land. The nineteen ‘terrorists’ had been organized by a shadowy cabal affiliated with Osama Bin Ladin’s Al-Qaada into four separate cells, each with a different target. After the collapse of the […]

Tis the Season BET ON CRAZY

My boss at the diamond exchange hailed from Brownsville, one of the toughest neighborhood in Brooklyn and those streets bred its own language. For years Manny greeted Christmas shoppers to his diamond store with the phrase ‘there is no season for giving’. His son Richie Boy tried on many occasions to explain that he was […]

Kill For The Sake Of Cali

GUNGA DIN was one of my favorite movies as a child. The cinematic version of Rudyard Kipling’s poem about an untouchable bisthi or water carrier had elephants, fakirs, religious fanatics, comedy, thrills, and the horror of the Thuggees, who killed the innocent for their multi-armed goddess, Cali.

Old School Boston for the Girls

This came from a woman writer from the Melrose Post outside of Boston Memories of a time gone by Dear Santa, This year all I want for Christmas is for you to take me back in time about 45 years so I can once again experience the thrill of the sights, sounds, gaiety, and hustle […]