Monthly Archives: March 2014

SOME CHOWDAH, BOBBY by Peter Nolan Smith

Last holiday season Richie Boy had hired me to help with sales and schlepping merchandise between dealers and jewelers. Hlove and I worked together to make sales, but business on 47th Street was murder. There was no foot traffic and my old customers hated the street and all the hawkers shilling to buy gold. “Back […]

Detroit Overdue

This afternoon I passed the Roosevelt Hotel on my way to the Oyster Bar. Several protestor were gathered before the entrance and a larger contingent of police were surveilling the situation. The group were passing out leaflets against the bankruptcy of Detroit. The city’s creditors are trying to collect 100% on the $18 billion plan […]

Fuck Ronald MacDonald

Every day 68 million people visit MacDonald’s Burgers. The worldwide conglomerate began as a Speedy Service Restaurant at 1398 North E Street at West 14th Street in San Bernardino, California and now operates over 38,000 franchises in a 118 countries. My first Mickie D’s was located in Quincy, Massachusetts. I loved their milk shakes and […]

TREME

This morning I watched the finale of HBO’S TREME, a four-year series about post-Katrina New Orleans muscial working class created by David Simon and Eric Overmyer. Like in any good story the characters become your friends and enemies, but what stuck with me most about TREME was its devotion to the many genres of music […]

The Meaningless Of Knowledge

In HG Wells THE TIME MACHINE the hero travels far into the future. The Time Traveler discovered a simplistic communist society. The Eloi’s every want was produced by the subterranean race of Morlocks. Denied the need to work the egalitarian eden bred ennui into the Eloi. There was no thirst for knowledge and the great […]