Category Archives: family

JAI YEN MAI by Peter Nolan Smith

December 28, 2011 – 8:48 am

Several years ago on Boxing Day my daughter was playing on our soi in Pattaya. A pick-up roared down the street like the driver had murdered his wife and was bell-bent for the border. From my perspective the bumper came too close to my little precious daughter. I jumped on my scooter and chased the [...]

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Better Late Than Never

December 25, 2011 – 9:26 am

Merry Christmas Comrades I’m even capitalizing the C to maintain the spiritual peace even though the Christians sold the holiday from the distant Druids of Stonehenge. Meán Geimhridh was celebrated in the Bronze Age. The rituals from over five thousand years ago have been lost for ages, however every December the sun signals the winter [...]

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THE RAT TRICK by Peter Nolan Smith

December 16, 2011 – 9:46 am

Hockey was bred into the blood of many New England boys. Frozen ponds and backyard rinks were our winter playground. My dreams of playing for the Boston Bruins ended with my father giving my older brother and me a lesson in how to skate backwards. We were standing the wind-swept surface of Watchic Pond. My [...]

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THE HOLE OF HEAVEN by Peter Nolan Smith

December 14, 2011 – 5:18 am

Adam and Eve were banished from Eden for eating apples. This Original Sin condemned future generations to the purgatory of this mortal coil, however from time to time humans have defied this divine decree with repeated attempts to recreate Heaven on Earth. Most of these utopias have been short-lived for nothing irked the true believers [...]

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GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

December 3, 2011 – 12:13 pm

My family moved from Maine in the summer of 1960. The moving truck pulled out of our driveway heading to a suburb south of Boston. The house on Falmouth Foresides was empty. Our neighbors said good-bye and my grandmother wished us a good trip. She gave each of her three oldest grandchildren a $5 bill. [...]

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