Category Archives: friends

Bye Bye Barbara

January 14, 2012 – 11:19 pm

Yesterday I received an email informing me of Ms. Carolina’s demise. I went to the water temple in Sri Racha to pray for my good friend Barbara’s safe passage. We had seen the world together. My three year-old son and I bought some fish to release into the sea for good luck. They swam away [...]

By Peter | Also posted in Heaven, Life, Love, RIP, sea, women | Comments (0)

LUCKY IN LOVE by Peter Nolan Smith

January 5, 2012 – 12:12 pm

The dawn sun rose over the eastern mountains and flooded the Bonneville Salt Flats. The Torino station wagon was parked several miles off the interstate. At that distance even the trucks’ throttling diesels were waffled by the dry wind. I sat up on my sleeping bag. The red sun tinted the salt flats with a [...]

By Peter | Also posted in 70s, Drinking, Driving, The West, gambling, semi-fiction | Comments (0)

Live Long and Prosper – Iowa

December 17, 2011 – 9:42 am

Wilbur Harrison had a hit with KANSAS CITY. My schoolmate, Joe Fielder, traveled to the Paris of the Plains in 1965. The police caught him in St. Louis. He escaped through the bathroom window. The 14 year-old reached KC the next day. He ordered a steak and then rode a Greyhound to the South Shore [...]

By Peter | Also posted in 2000s, Drinking, Space, Travel, myth, semi-fiction | Comments (0)

THE LAST GO-GO BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

November 28, 2011 – 12:12 pm

Wall Street judged the nations’s prosperity according to the Dow Jones. This economic barometer responded to the year-end prediction of 2% growth in GNP with a series of swaying ups and mostly downs. At this time of the year most financial investors and bankers were more concerned with their bonuses than the lot of the [...]

By Peter | Also posted in 2010s, NEW YORK, semi-fiction | Comments (0)

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 [...]

By Peter | Also posted in 2000s, Bet On Crazy, Food, NEW YORK, semi-fiction | Comments (0)