Category Archives: semi-fiction

A FLYING DIME by Peter Nolan Smith

November 2, 2021 – 11:55 am

On an June evening in 1939 my uncle and three of his teenage friends exited from Portland’s State Theater’s western matinee of STAGECOACH and JESSE JAMES. The gunfights in the cowboy double bill had had a funny effect on their blood, for while America was still peace, the threat of war loomed across the Atlantic. […]

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Beware of Moose

November 2, 2021 – 12:03 am

Several Christmas Eves ago I traveled north from New York to Boston on the Lucky Star bus. My sisters and I attended a party at our old next door neighbors from the South Shore. Everyone was in good spirits. I drank a little more than more but not more than everyone. It was a time […]

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HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD by Peter Nolan Smith

October 12, 2021 – 6:09 am

Distances around the world have dramatically shrunk with the spread of jet transportation. Columbus’ voyage to the New World lasted almost two months. That trip from the port of Palos in Spain to Plana Cays in the Bahamas would now take about twenty-hours with a train to Madrid, flights to Miami and Nassau followed by […]

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THE TASTE OF SOUR GRAPES by Peter Nolan Smith

October 5, 2021 – 10:28 am

Thailand is about twenty-one hours away from the United States. Most Americans only have two weeks annual holiday and few of my friends or family traveled to the Orient, but in the summer of 2001 my dear cousin Bish was eager to visit the Last Babylon and I took the bus up to meet Bish. […]

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A GIRL AT HER BEST by Peter Nolan Smith

October 4, 2021 – 11:37 am

My introduction to baseball came on a warm Saturday morning in April of 1958. My older brother and and I was watching my favorite show, THE THREE STOOGES. Moe was slapping Larry and Curley. My father entered the living room of our house on Falmouth Foresides and shut off the Zenith black-and-white. “It’s too nice […]

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