Category Archives: 90s

THE DUKE OF ROCK by Peter Nolan Smith

February 8, 2024 – 1:07 am

Published on 5/2/2010 I don’t own a television. My laptop provided most of the programming necessary for entertainment, although the online screen resembles that of an airline economy-class movie presentation. The only gap on my computer has been sporting events and I fill that absence by heading down to Frank’s Bar on Fulton Avenue. Last […]

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Miss You Long Time – Michael Charles Smith

December 7, 2023 – 7:41 am

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother succumbed to the ravages of AIDS. I miss him every day along with the rest of my friends and family who died from that killer. I will remember them forever. My brother’s name was Michael Charles Smith. He’s the smaller blonde boy in the photo. And still […]

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Sept 6, 1994 – Maine – Journal Entry

August 21, 2023 – 6:06 pm

I’ve spent the week with Willem, his wife Liz, his son Jack, and several of the Wooster Group up on Thompson Lake, Maine. Willem was extremely gracious and hospitable as was Liz, who previously had regarded me as an intrusion into their life. Both of us traveled through the yera. He to films and me […]

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August 1, 1995 – The South Shore / Watchic Pond – Journal Entry

August 8, 2023 – 7:35 pm

I had planned on leaving for Asia the previous weekend, but after a long phone call with Todd Shigekane, I decided to bus north and visit Michael’s grave as well as my grieving mother. She had lost her baby son. His birth on December 7, 1960 was clear in my head. Thirty-five years ago. I […]

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June 29, 1995 – Los Angeles – Journal Entry

August 8, 2023 – 10:21 am

Only four more days until I leave Los Angeles. I made no friends. No one told a joke or a story. I’m more than ready to leave. I came with nothing. I leave with nothing. Scottie and I remain friends and I do withJoel Bernard.. Time to go. The tempeeature is rising and the cloudless […]

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