Monthly Archives: August 2023

Saturday Afternoon 169 169 Bar East Broadway

August 10, 2023 – 10:19 am

Saturday afternoon Summer. Early The 169 Bar East Broadway Jimmie Smith and his organ On loud. No one here, But Cass and Vince. Bartenders / friends Cass serves a cranberry.soda. Cranberries. In 1969 I raced my VW through the bogs west of Plymouth On Qualludes. I ditched the Beetle in a pond My three friends […]

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HORSENECK BEACH by Peter Nolan Smith

August 10, 2023 – 8:05 am

Written May 17 1994 The morning after my senior prom in 1970 I drove my date down to Horseneck Beach in my older brother’s VW Beetle. The graduating class of my all-boys parochial high school were having a beer bash in the dunes. We crossed the bridge over the Westport River at noon. After parking […]

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THE BEST FORM OF FLATTERY by Peter Nolan Smith

August 10, 2023 – 4:31 am

Written Sep 24, 2010 Midtown traffic was snarled by the security measures protecting foreign dignitaries from any harm during the annual UN General Assembly. Crosstown streets were closed east of 5th Avenue and the beeping tentacles of the congestion packed Madison Avenue. My bus took twenty minutes to cover ten blocks. I was late for […]

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My Senior Prom 1970 – Horseneck Beach

August 8, 2023 – 8:16 pm

After my senior prom I drove with my date Pattie Hopkins, A Fontbonne Academy junior A classmate of my sister. I should have been with my girlfriend. Kyla. I had broken up with her At Easter Mass. I was not in the right state of mind. But knew to stay with Kyla was give up […]

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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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