Category Archives: 90s

Miss You Long Time – Michael Charles Smith

December 7, 2023 – 7:41 am

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother succumbed to the ravages of AIDS. I miss him every day along with the rest of my friends and family who died from that killer. I will remember them forever. My brother’s name was Michael Charles Smith. He’s the smaller blonde boy in the photo. And still […]

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BET ON CRAZY 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

December 7, 2023 – 1:06 am

In the 1970s I knew very little about diamonds as a child other than Superman could squeeze coal with his steel-hard hands to create diamonds and my father had bought a diamond ring for my mother. It was a hundredth of the size of the diamonds Superman never gave to Lois Lane, but my mother […]

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Sept 6, 1994 – Maine – Journal Entry

August 21, 2023 – 6:06 pm

I’ve spent the week with Willem, his wife Liz, his son Jack, and several of the Wooster Group up on Thompson Lake, Maine. Willem was extremely gracious and hospitable as was Liz, who previously had regarded me as an intrusion into their life. Both of us traveled through the yera. He to films and me […]

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A TASTE FOR THE EAST by Peter Nolan Smith

August 9, 2023 – 1:32 am

My first trip to the Orient was in 1990. A round-the-world ticket. One destination was Singapore. The Straits city was already undergoing its metamorphosis from a colonial port to a gleaming metropolis of skyscrapers. Raffles was closed for renovations. I stayed at a cheap Chinese hotel in a decrepit godown. The walls climbed toward the […]

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August 1, 1995 – The South Shore / Watchic Pond – Journal Entry

August 8, 2023 – 7:35 pm

I had planned on leaving for Asia the previous weekend, but after a long phone call with Todd Shigekane, I decided to bus north and visit Michael’s grave as well as my grieving mother. She had lost her baby son. His birth on December 7, 1960 was clear in my head. Thirty-five years ago. I […]

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