Category Archives: family

Trolleys and Bars

April 23, 2024 – 6:29 am

Oh the trolleys of Boston. The screech Of steel on subterranean rail, The Boston College trolley lurching into Park Station. I don’t know if I will ever return To Boston. Like Charley on the MTA The man never to return. Orange and white trolleys Me and my older brother With my Nana On the tram […]

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THE WRONG SIZE SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

April 13, 2024 – 8:18 am

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve New Year’s Eve 1982 a masked assassin shot dead the main investor a block away from the Continental Club on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder and quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man’s […]

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THE GUILT OF MOTHERS by Peter Nolan Smith

March 31, 2024 – 3:17 am

Back in the 1990s I deserted New York to spend the Easter holiday with my family on the South Shore of Boston. Despite my abandonment of God as a child my mother persisted in requesting my attendance at morning Mass. It was a small sacrifice to make for the woman who brought me into this […]

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NO REST FOR THE WICKED – 2008 – Boston

March 18, 2024 – 4:23 am

Eleven years after leaving the USA for good I departed from Thailand in May of 2008. My internet business had been wiped out by the shrinking dollar. Being broke in New York was not fun and at the month’s end I bussed up to Boston to celebrate my birthday. Written 1/9/13 2:51 PM That night my […]

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The Far West Of Ireland

March 16, 2024 – 3:16 am

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 […]

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