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DAZED BY ZEPPELIN by Peter Nolan Smith

April 12, 2016 – 12:57 pm

Everyone in the world has a phone. I can call Fenway’s mom in Thailand and Mam will pick up the phone on the other side of the world. This advancement is a miracle, considering only twenty years ago phone service to foreign countries was a costly and timely expenditure. Now international connections are linked by […]

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Greatest of the Great

September 2, 2015 – 4:02 pm

On my birthday several friends and I were having a conversation about the greatest athlete of our lifetime at Frank’s Lounge. We were all in our 50s. Larry had seen Ali, Homer claimed for Magic Johnson, AP proposed Andre the Giant, then I said, “Evel Knievel.” “No way.” Larry shook his head. AP and Homer […]

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More Bad Math

August 9, 2015 – 11:41 am

The other night Ma’am called from Thailand. I was sitting at Frank’s Bar on Fulton. the football game on the tiny TV was a distraction along with Rosa the svelte Vietnamese homegirl bartender. Before opening my flip phone I told everyone to be quiet. They knew my story and concentrated on their drinks. “Mai mii […]

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NINES by Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2015 – 7:59 pm

Easter was a special holiday for our family. My mother was a devout Catholic. My father had converted from agnosticism to marry his Irish bride. The Bowdoin College grad was a good dresser and they attired their six children, as if we were the jewels of empire. Every Easter we wore new clothes from tie […]

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102 For Linford

December 1, 2014 – 8:53 pm

This evening I stopped into Frank’s Lounge. The venerable owner was in the corner. “I heard you said Linford is gone.” The old Jamaica has returned to the Blue Mountains in the Here-After. “Yeah, I heard it from a bartender on Myrtle Avenue.” “He drank over there.” “The bartender was cute.” “Cute as Rosa.” Frank […]

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