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ROUGH ROAD by Peter Nolan Smith

Peru sucked in 1995. The country was under siege. The War of Drugs had replaced the War against the Shining Path. The capitol city Lima was cool, but I had unsuccessfully spent the better part of two days trying to score a bag of cocaine. The airport police fingered me as a user and an […]

Bear Tracks

1988 was a dry year in the West. Fires broke out on both sides of the Rockies. None was more dramatic than those in Yellowstone. The National Park was torched by the union of small conflagrations that merged into a ravaging fireball. Management took a course of inaction under the direction of President George Bush. […]

TODOS SANTOS HORSE RACE by Peter Nolan Smith

In the autumn of 1992 I worked as a diamond salesman on West 47th Street for Richie Boy and his father, Manny. Business had improved under President Clinton and customers from around the USA traveled to New York for a good buy. That Christmas Ms. Carolina bought 2-Carat diamond studs. The blonde southerner and I […]

VOW OF SILENCE by Peter Nolan Smith

Almost everyone in the world has a phone. Cellular service can connect my phone in New York with Antarctica or Greenland. I can call Fenway’s mom in Thailand and Mam will pick up on the other end. Every minute millions of cellular calls and SMS messages crisscross the globe searching millions of destinations. We are […]

Rain, Sleet, and Snow

St Padraic’s Day was blessed with spring weather. The next day was even warmer, especially since I had traveled south to the Northern Neck of the Potomac. Hal, Ms. Carolina, and I stood at the end of the dock. A super-sized moon was rising over the far shore and the equinal sun was setting behind […]