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BET ON CRAZY 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 23, 2024 – 1:06 am

In the 1970s I knew very little about diamonds as a child other than Superman could squeeze coal with his steel-hard hands to create diamonds and my father had bought a diamond ring for my mother. It was a hundredth of the size of the diamonds Superman never gave to Lois Lane, but my mother […]

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Old Men Love to Rock Pattaya

April 17, 2024 – 8:48 pm

Five years ago I had been on Pattaya’s notorious Soi 6 in the Woo Woo Bar listening to Jefferson’s Airplane’s SOMEBODY TO LOVE. The trio of sub-20 Thai girls had invited me to visit an upstairs short-time room. “You sexy man. How old you. 40?” Even through beer goggles my mirror doesn’t lie more than […]

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The Bowery 1962

April 16, 2024 – 12:52 pm

In April 1962 my father attended a business meeting in Manhattan for Ma Bell. While my father was at his appointment, my older brother and I accompanied my mother to Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty and rode a taxi north through the Bowery heading to the Enpire State Building. As we passed […]

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NEW YORK SNOW DAY by Peter Nolan Smith

January 19, 2024 – 6:49 pm

In the winter of 2010 I woke early to snow flakes fluttering against the window of my Brooklyn bedroom. Beyond the glass a winter storm was decorating the city white. I thought about going back to sleep, except the telephone rang. It was my boss’ son, Richie Boy. “I hope you’re calling to tell me […]

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Our City – Maz et Moi – PJ Clarkes

January 11, 2024 – 7:27 pm

After COVID struck, the city closed everything. Mazin and I wandered the shorelines of Manhattan and Brooklyn drinking wine in the desolation of uncertainty. Counting the stars. It was our city. One night we sat at a Williamsburg park on the East River. Across lived his sister and he called her to illuminate the Christmas […]

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