Category Archives: Bet On Crazy

BETTING THE OTHER WAY / Bet On Crazy by Peter Nolan Smith

February 5, 2012 – 12:13 pm


Betting on the Superbowl has been an American tradition since the first game in 1967. Betting was another part of that tradition and for two weeks before the Big Game the diamond dealers and jewelers had been wagering bets on pools, the point spread, the over-under, which teams scores first, and the MVP. Some claimed [...]

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BAD INFLUENCE by Peter Nolan Smith

November 22, 2011 – 6:50 am

Three years ago Enos Washing had overdosed from a long night of too much of everything. The Rockaway Beach native had been surprised to wake up alive and submitted himself to cold-turkey from his excesses, for his weary heart had been knocking on death’s door like a V8 engine without any lubrication. Enos had deleted [...]

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MAKE NICE / Bet On Crazy by Peter Nolan Smith

November 4, 2011 – 5:07 am

 
The Diamond District on West 47th Street was a closed community. Family histories have been intertwined by marriages and business deals. The smiling faces on the surface hid the turbid conflict behind the scenes. My boss, Manny, and his son, Richie Boy, followed the Corleone tradition of never laundering family troubles in public. Basing [...]

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More Than 10% Divine

October 28, 2011 – 12:16 pm

right before I left for Luxembourg, my co-worker Deisy announced that she had no gay friends. She was a fundamentalist and a firm believer in the Bible. Hell was reserved for sinners and God has a special oven for the worshipers of man-sex for her church. Her church was not Catholic in origins. “Deisy, you [...]

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A MEAN OLD MAN / Bet on Crazy by Peter Nolan Smith

October 13, 2011 – 5:51 am

This summer our Israeli landlords on West 47th Street were squeezing every commercial cent from their property. Contractors reconstructed the entrance to create space for another diamond store along the facade. The new owners are longtime dealers in the Diamond District. I put on my suit jacket and Manny, my boss, asked, “Where are you [...]

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