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THE LAST GO-GO BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

February 17, 2024 – 2:28 am

Americans tend to judge the nation’s fiscal well-being by the rise and fall of the Dow Jones Index, even though Wall Street’s accumulation of wealth has destroyed the spending power of the middle-class. Next month’s bonuses for the hedge fund managers will not save a single consumer buried under debt, after which the corporations will […]

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Neither Rain Nor Sleet Not Snow

February 13, 2024 – 3:43 am

Boston. Snow from Feb. 6, 1978 to February 7, 1978. A world-class blizzard buried New England. Boston was buried by twenty-seven inches of snow in thirty-two hours. Manhattan was covered by a blanket of white. I was worried about my parents and called 109 Harborview Road to tell my father that I was coming home […]

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THE DUKE OF ROCK by Peter Nolan Smith

February 8, 2024 – 1:07 am

Published on 5/2/2010 I don’t own a television. My laptop provided most of the programming necessary for entertainment, although the online screen resembles that of an airline economy-class movie presentation. The only gap on my computer has been sporting events and I fill that absence by heading down to Frank’s Bar on Fulton Avenue. Last […]

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Snow Day In New York

January 18, 2024 – 5:37 pm

Winter used to be the season of cold. In 1978 a blizzard dropped three feet of snow on the Northeast. The suburbs were cut off from the cities by ten-foot drifts on the highways. I lived in the East Village. At night I clomped through the yellowing slush to CBGBs. Army boots and a leather […]

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Fame On The F Train

January 10, 2024 – 11:10 am

Yesterday afternoon my long journey from Sriracha, Thailand ended with the 747’s touchdown at JFK in New York. I hadn’t slept much on the flight and jetlag threatened to seize my body and soul, as I unpacked my bag at my Fort Greene apartment. Sleep crowded my vision, but the writer Bruce Benderson was celebrating […]

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