Category Archives: Crime

The Dream Is Never Over

November 22, 2023 – 4:27 am

After spending a lovely night in Houston, JFK and his wife boarded the presidential jet for a short hop to Dallas. The crowds lining the route applauded the president and his hostess, Mrs. Connolly, commented that Dallas loved him and the president replied, “That’s very obvious.” A second later a single bullet and then another […]

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The Paperboy No Cometh No More

September 11, 2023 – 4:14 am

Written Sep 13, 2011 I have read the New York Times for many years. Editors, critics, and reporters come and go, but the newspaper has held onto the best writers for the simple reason that they help circulation. Among that upper echelon is op-ed commentator Paul Krugman. The 2008 Nobel Prize winner has exhibited an […]

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WANTED MAN by Peter Nolan Smith

July 21, 2023 – 6:03 pm

Staten Island was formed by the melt-off of the Ice Age. The fifth borough doesn’t exist to most New Yorkers, but my doctor lived next to the Tibetan Museum on Lighthouse Hill. Nick and I attended the same college and every year he invited me out to his house for my annual medical examination. Last […]

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Wanted In Thirty-eight States

July 11, 2023 – 9:40 am

Coming back from midtown Subway Sunday slow A Train to Brooklyn A younger older man He asks, “Are you famous?” Like Ulysees to the cyclops I say, “I am no one.” He begs to differ. “You are someone. My name is Prince. From East New York. I done twenty-five. For five murders. The po-lice shot […]

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April 12, 1981 – Booking after the Jefferson Raid – Journal Entry

April 13, 2023 – 7:42 pm

Manhattan’s Central Booking Early Sunday morning Our crew of ten from the Jefferson Our crime Serving alcohol after 4am. Photos by an old black turnkey. Empty our pockets. Keys, wallets et al. COs pushing us through a metal detector. Our after-hour crew shoved in a holding cell The clank of steel doors Everyone else a […]

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