Category Archives: 60s

FLUTE THING By Peter Nolan Smith

October 1, 2021 – 10:24 am

In the Spring of 1969 I ran for president of the South Shore CYO Deanery. My older brother was the incumbent and my election was close to unanimous. Mid-summer summer I met with the other officers at the CYO headquarters in Weymouth to plan out our event schedule for autumn, winter, and spring. The previous […]

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Gay Porn Is Bad

August 19, 2021 – 7:44 pm

Rick Santorum did not actually say that he saw ‘eye to eye’ with the Taliban, however he has been outspoken on pornography on many occasions and his website featured the following view on the subject; “America is suffering a pandemic of harm from pornography. A wealth of research is now available demonstrating that pornography causes […]

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The Touch Of The Stars

August 11, 2021 – 8:05 am

As a child of the 1960s I lived in the suburbs south of Boston. Summer nights were filled with silence; no cars, no voices, no music. Every house was a tomb and the deep darkness often found a pre-teen boy stealing out the back door to spread a blanket on the ground, strip off his […]

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MISSILE AWAY by Peter Nolan Smith

August 11, 2021 – 3:13 am

During his youth my older brother was a pyromaniac. Frunk nearly burned down each of our houses and those of our neighbors. Each time my mother punished us both with a wooden spoon and my father sternly admonished our incendiary behavior, yet my older brother was undeterred by cracks across the knuckles and hards words. […]

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We Miss You Bobby

June 6, 2021 – 5:56 pm

In the summer of 1966 I was standing with my father at the Lower Mills station outside of Boston. We were headed to work. A Mattapan-bound trolley stopped to let off a crowd. My father and I were mystified by the hubbub, until the trolley pulled away from the platform and we spotted Robert F. […]

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