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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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Old Friends Never Fade Away

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Combat Zone Amnesia

In the 60s urban social scientists in Boston created an adult entertainment area between the bus station on Boylston Street and Chinatown to contain the wickedness of mankind. The experiment green-lighted prostitution, drag queens, piano bars, go-go bars, rent boys, and pornography along Washington Street and the adjacent blocks. The Boston Record-American newspaper labeled haven […]