Monthly Archives: January 2024

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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Iowa Ain’t All That 2024

January 19, 2024 – 12:51 pm

A high hovering over Greenland blocked the Arctic jet stream and the southern diversion plunged the Center of the USA into severe sub-zero temperatures. The low in Iowa for the 2024 Presidential Caucus was anywhere from -13 to -30 breaking all records. The media have been rattling on about the importance of the GOP vote […]

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General Tso’s Blizzard

January 19, 2024 – 11:59 am

Prior to Christmas of 2010 my younger sister insisted on my spending the holiday with her in Boston. She was worried about my head, since our beloved father had passed away in November and my wife and kids were on the other side of the world in Thailand. “I don’t want you to be alone.” […]

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SNOW DAY by Peter Nolan Smith

January 19, 2024 – 10:41 am

Several years ago I woke up to a heavy snow falling fast on the Fort Greene Observatory and I asked the head curator AP, if he was sending his two young children to school. “Of course I am.” AP worked from home and his kids like all kids were attention-seekers. “So no snow day?” The […]

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VERMONT WINTAH 1973

January 18, 2024 – 5:47 pm

Vermont Wintah 1973 Montreal buried by blizzards. The temp Minus zero. I was crashing with two New Zealanders Across the street From the Winston Churchill Pub Only forty feet Going out for beer a gamble. Life, death, frozen limbs, or drunk. The snow chest high. More snow everyday More storms on the way Snowbound for […]

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