Category Archives: NEW YORK

3 = Conspiracy

September 11, 2018 – 11:06 am

Donald Trump has lambasted the intelligence community and stated that daily security briefings have not been a priority for his White House. “I don’t have to be told everything, you know, I’m, like, a smart person. I don’t have to be told the same thing in the same words every single day,” Trump said in […]

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SCHNORER / BET ON CRAZY by Peter Nolan Smith

June 11, 2018 – 2:34 pm

On a late October afternoon in 1994 I hurried from the subway to the diamond exchange on 47th Street. A cold drizzle wet the sidewalk. My leather jacket fought off the damp and my boots prevented the wet from touching my feet. It was 9:25 and a slovenly beggar wearing a soggy yamakah stepped into […]

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JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF NEW YORK by Peter Nolan Smith

April 23, 2018 – 5:21 am

Back in the 1920s New Yorkers returned from Florida holidays with baby alligators. The little reptiles grew fast and their owners flushed the saurian relics down the toilet, thereby creating the myth of albino alligators slithering through the city sewers seeking to devour cats and dogs. While this urban legend has been broadly dismissed as […]

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WHEN FAT MEN FLY Chapter 5 by Peter Nolan Smith

February 28, 2018 – 8:50 pm

After work on Friday I hitchhiked to the Cape Cod. The first ride was to the Sagamore Bridge and the next one got me to Chatham. It was dark by the time arrived in Truro. Linda was happy to see me. Her daughter was shy at first, but after dinner I won her heart by […]

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WHEN FAT MEN FLY by Peter Nolan Smith Chapter 4

February 28, 2018 – 2:52 pm

The first week in February I moved into an apartment in Brighton’s Bug Village. The walls were thin as a potato chip and a single electric space heater warmed the living room. I colonized it with a color TV. Wayne came over to crash with Marie after concerts. Neither of them had a car. She […]

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