Category Archives: holiday

THE SEASON FOR GIVING

December 26, 2024 – 4:01 am

December 1985 Vonelli the Floridian art dealer invited Lizzie and me to celebrate Christmas on the Isle of Wight. I told her about the trip in a Bastille cafe. THe singer and I had been having an affair for the past month. Neither of us pretended that we were serious about our time together. Nobody […]

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BOXING DAY ON THE BOWERY by Peter Nolan Smith

December 26, 2024 – 2:54 am

From 2013 Every Christmas my mother cooked a 20-pound turkey, I mashed seasoned potatoes, and my sisters set the dining room table with yams, creamed onions, turnips, peas, stuffing, and all the fixings for my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, friends, cousins, sisters, and brothers. Grace was said with bowed heads. Our plates were swept by […]

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BOXING DAY BLIZZARD – East Coast – 2010

December 26, 2024 – 2:18 am

From 2010 December 23 2010 was my last day of work for the holiday season. Richie Boy and I had worked solid three weeks. That day an extra hour was added to the schedule in hopes of last minute shoppers. There were none. Jewelry was x-ed off Santa’s list this year, although Richie Boy held […]

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BOXING DAY Pattaya 2007

December 26, 2024 – 1:58 am

From 2017 Boxing Day in Britain dates back to the Middle Ages. Workers showed up at the manors and estates to receive hand-outs from their English overlords. In those early times the money was placed in a clay pot containing the year’s bonuses and in recent capitalist times the boxclay pot containing the year’s tips […]

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Journal Entry December 26, 1977

December 26, 2024 – 1:48 am

From 2020 Christmas dinner at my parents in Milton has been very pleasant, although my youngest brother Michael, was dying to tell the family that he was gay. I whispered at the dining table, “Don’t do it now. Only Mom doesn’t know you’re gay.” “Dad does?” “He never said so much, but you’re sort of […]

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