Monthly Archives: June 2008

Umbrellas in the Snow

June 16, 2008 – 4:05 pm

NPR (National Public Radio) criticized my good friend Jocko Weyland for a paragraph appearing in the New York Times and then asked for their online readers to edit the aforementioned paragraphed. With your help, maybe. From yesterday’s New York Times, on newcomers noticing the “phenomenon” of carrying umbrellas when it snows: Jocko Weyland / Yet […]

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BET ON CRAZY 6 Schnorrer

June 16, 2008 – 1:36 pm

Forever Everyday: A Diamond Dealer’s Diary, Parts 4 and 5 by Peter Nolan Smith Part V. After I made a sandwich at my desk, Richie Boy grabbed a slice of salami. Our sharing more than food throughout our twenty-year friendship didn’t deter my protests against his poaching. “I see you have no shame in being […]

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BET ON CRAZY 4 Rubies

June 16, 2008 – 1:25 pm

Forever Everyday: A Diamond Dealer’s Diary by Peter Nolan Smith Part 4. I work at a ground floor diamond exchange on West 47th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues, the diamond capital of the world. Diamonds come in all shapes, all sizes. The dealers and brokers on the street profess that their stones are no […]

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BET ON CRAZY 3 Naked Women

June 16, 2008 – 1:22 pm

Forever Everyday: A Diamond Dealer’s Diary by Peter Nolan Smith Part III. Rough diamonds are mined from volcanic vents in Africa. They’re separated into parcels for the London sight-holders who have the stones cut in Antwerp, Israel, or India. The finished products are divvied out to various diamond brokers and then brought over to New […]

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Story of the Week Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood.

June 16, 2008 – 10:17 am

STORY OF THE WEEK: Richard is a Forkhead. If you’ve never suspected Richard Hell might be a Forkhead–or if you’ve never imagined Richard Hell on a tennis court, you might try this dose of Peter Nolan Smith¹s piquant remembrances of punk New York. Even before his transformation from hippie to punk, Smith arrived in New […]

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