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UPPER THERE by Peter Nolan Smith

June 29, 2023 – 7:37 am

In August of 1987 friends in Michigan extended invitations to visit them in Onekema and the Upper Peninsula. Paulie, Gregg, and I celebrated our departure at the Milk Bar in Lower Manhattan. “Why are you going to Michigan for vacation?” Scottie the owner was a New Yorker. The rest of the country was a blank […]

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Guns Are USA

February 15, 2020 – 9:47 pm

In 1980 my firend Carmine slid a .38 across the table of John’s Italian Restaurant. I looked at it for a few seconds, the asked, “What’s this?” “A gun,” said the Sicilian plumber. “For what?” “For protection. This is the East Village.” Junkies ruled the streets, thieves plagued the unknowing, and project thugs roamed the […]

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BEAR MEAT by Peter Nolan Smith

September 17, 2018 – 12:11 am

In August of 1987 Pullie Fallen, Grieg Packer, and I left New York City for Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The art professor, literary agent, and I took turns driving Pullie’s F-150 pickup truck through the sweltering heat of the Midwest. None of us broke the speed limit, since Pullie had two unlicensed guns under his seat. […]

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The Blessing of The Second Amendment

October 4, 2017 – 5:36 pm

America loves guns. The bigger the gun they better. I’m no exception, however I only shoot on a gun range. I never carry. I don’t even own a gun. Donald Trump is an NRA member. In an interview with ammoland.com he said, “I am a Life Member of the NRA and am proud of their […]

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Bullet Holes A Les Bains-Douches

December 14, 2015 – 6:00 pm

The entrance to Les Bains-Douches was at the top of stone stairs on Rue Le Bourg l’Abbe. Heavy wooden doors contained thick glass provided protection for the clientele and our security force or Blck Jack, Mark, and me, the physionomiste ie doorman. Every night hundreds of Parisiennes and foreigners stood on the sidewalk waiting for […]

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