Category Archives: family

Pinko Peacenik Pension

At holiday dinners on the South Shore my older brother liked to tell a story about my protesting against the Viet-Nam War. His wife is a big GOP supporter. America can do no wrong for the both of them. Several Thanksgivings ago he finished cutting the turkey with his electric knife and said, “One afternoon […]

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 […]

My Loved Nana

My Nana came off the boat from Ireland at the age of 14. She broke her heel coming down the gangway. Somehow everything turned out all right in that Year of the Crow. The native of the West refused to pinpoint the date. WE thought the Year of the Crow had something to do with […]

Shit My Dad Said

Some 29 year-old was living with his old man. 73 if not more. His son was recording his father’s salty sayings for fucking Facebook. It deserved a better forum. Old man – “If at first you don’t succeed, quit. Because you probably suck.” “Universe is 14 Billion years old. Seems silly to celebrate one year. […]

GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

My first eight years were spent on Falmouth Foresides across the harbor from Portland. Summer was for swimming in Watchic Pond and rowing dories from the dock at the end of the street. I never wanted to leave, but in 1960 my father was promoted to a Ma Bell job in Boston. Better pay. Chances […]