Category Archives: boston

The Far West Of Ireland

My grandmother came from County Mayo. Her last name was Walsh. Nana sailed to Boston at the age of fourteen. That ocean voyage was so traumatic that she never returned to Ireland. My mother and her sisters often offered to fly Nana to Shannon. “I don’t want to travel on that sea again.” “Planes don’t […]

WHEN FAT MEN FLY Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

After work on Friday I hitchhiked to the Cape Cod. The first ride was to the Sagamore Bridge and the next one got me to Chatham. It was dark by the time arrived in Truro. Linda was happy to see me. Her daughter was shy at first, but after dinner I won her heart by […]

WHEN FAT MEN FLY by Peter Nolan Smith Chapter 4

The first week in February I moved into an apartment in Brighton’s Bug Village. The walls were thin as a potato chip and a single electric space heater warmed the living room. I colonized it with a color TV. Wayne came over to crash with Marie after concerts. Neither of them had a car. She […]

WHEN FAT MEN FLY by Peter Nolan Smith Chapter 3

In the morning Sookie and I ferried over to Staten Island. She loved the boat ride across the harbor. The Statue of Liberty was bigger than I remembered from my last trip to New York. Nick met us at the terminal in his Mini-Cooper. He looked splendid in his hippie dealer clothing; patchwork leather jacket […]

GUNS GUNS GUNS by Peter Nolan Smith

American boys loved guns in the 50s. Plastic weapons lay gift-wrapped under the Christmas tree. Our movie heroes slaughtered the country’s enemies on the silver screen and tough cops performed gun ballets on prime time TV. Guns were good for the country and America was good to guns. Armed with air rifles my older brother, […]