Monthly Archives: September 2021

September 10, 2001

September 10, 2021 – 12:15 pm

I remember 9/10/2001. It rained all day in New York. The day before I had almost gone swimming at Lake Awosting, except the park ranger blocked the path to the old granite swimming hole. No one was allowed in the lake after Labor Day to avoid legal problems. There was no one swimming at the […]

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SEPTEMBER 11, 1978- JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 8, 2021 – 1:08 pm

The Red Sox lost to the Yankees 15-3 and they looked bad in defeat. Butch Hobson’s elbow needs rest. Yaz’s hand in swollen, the Bosox team should have sat for a rest after 3rd inning last night to rest up for the final weeks of the season, although the Red Sox have no chance of […]

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DUST THEN MUD by Peter Nolan Smith

September 8, 2021 – 10:28 am

Bangkok was an impossible city in hot season of 1990. Shady trees thankfully shaded the airless sois. The tepid klongs led to the Chao Phyra River. Weary barges transported rice from up-country. The ai-conditioning of Patpong’s go-go lounges chilled the flesh, but not the bones of the dancers. After a short stay at the Malaysia […]

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SEPTEMBER 4, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 4, 2021 – 8:09 pm

No business as usual. Alice is working the Yogurt Shop. Neither of us got out of the city. I beg breakfast from Nora at Dojos. She gives it to me and lends me $5. I almost kiss her, but Alice’s friends are watching me. I’m living an illusion thinking that money is coming my way. […]

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SEPTEMBER 3, 1978 – JOURNAL ENTRY – EAST VILLAGE

September 3, 2021 – 2:55 pm

Last night offered eager high school girls from Dalton, they acted sexy as if they had rehearsed the wanton kisses and yearning smiles before the bathroom mirror at home. The music at the clubs was tolerable, but I wished I had been alone. Not to cheat, just to be free. After CBGBs closed at 4am, […]

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