Monthly Archives: December 2017

No Bah Humbug

December 25, 2017 – 11:50 am

Few holidays are more commercialized than Christmas. The chorus of BUY BUY BUY on TV drowns out any rendition of SILENT NIGHT, as hordes of Americans flock to the malls in their SUVs to buy products made in China. Credit cards are whipped out at the cash registers to complete their Xmas gift list on […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 5 – THE ID LOUNGE

December 21, 2017 – 12:07 pm

The next morning AK, Pam, and Sean slept in late. After waking tey ate a hearty breakfast of flapjack and sausages with the lodge’s owner on the porch. White rapids surged over the rocky creek and a few clouds dotted the deep blue above the mountain peaks. Ralph spread a map on the table to […]

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The Attack Of The Grinch

December 20, 2017 – 8:53 pm

The Trump tax plan has overhauled the code largely in favor of the filthy rich. None of his supporters have criticized this Christmas gift to the top .01%. Everyone wants to be a billionaire and hope for a miracle to raise them from swamp of the middle class, but as I’ve always said, “There are […]

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Elk Books At Printed Matter

December 20, 2017 – 3:38 pm

Years ago famed skateboarder Jocko Weyland published my story FAMOUS FOR NEVER in Elk Books. My failure versus the success of Jean-Michel Basquiat. The celebrated artist painted my refrigerator. I had my girlfriend from West Virginia wiped off the images. My jealousy had a stiff price tag. At least a million dollars. Jocko went off […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith CHAPTER 4 – UP HIGH

December 19, 2017 – 7:01 pm

The afternoon sun hovered over the distant mountains and Sean checked the Inferno Bar’s clock. The hands were stuck on 10:24 and the bartender said, “It’s been broke for years. The regulars like that time. Mid-morning or three hours till closing.” Sean held out his hand to the gap between the sun and the shining […]

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