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TONIGHT IS NOT HALLOWEEN

Halloween has been celebrated on Oct. 31 for most of my entire life, but two year a Connecticut State representative floated an ill-conceived idea to re-schedule the holiday to fall on a weekend. “Halloween is fun night for the whole family, but not so much when you have to race home from work, get the […]

GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

My first eight years were spent on Falmouth Foresides across the harbor from Portland. Summers my brothers and sisters swam in Watchic Pond and rowed dories from the dock at the end of the street. Winters we skated on an ice rink constructed in our backyard. The harbor at the end of the street was […]

THROWING LIKE A GIRL by Peter Nolan Smith

My introduction to baseball came in the early spring of 1958. I was sittingMy father dragged me away from our Zenith black-and-white. My favorite show, THE THREE STOOGES, was on the TV. Even a six-year old boy knew better than to resist a man his size. “Too nice a day to waste in front of […]

Happy Mother’s Day From Maine

Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957 My mother in bliss. A summer afternoon with her kids and my father. We were a happy family. Then now and forever. I’m on the far right. 8 years from my first beer. Happy Mother’s Day. We all had one. A mother. Not a beer.

Thunder And Rain Over Maine

Maine was my home state from 1953 to 1960. My family’s house was in Falmouth Foresides. Portland was across the harbor. The coast had been civilized for centuries. First by the Indians and then the French and English. Rivers ran inland to the mountains. A savage wilderness. Few roads. Only weather grew in that land. […]