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Black Friday Beer

November 29, 2024 – 9:59 am

Today on Black Friday millions of Americans hit the shopping malls to purchase marked-down electronics and toys. This frenzied spending spree kicked off the Christmas shopping season. This year’s Black Friday was an all ugly affair and the event has getting uglier by the year. The term ‘black Friday originated from Philadelphia retailers’ description of […]

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Holy Saturday

March 30, 2024 – 4:06 pm

In 2009 AP and his family left Fort Greene for the Easter Weekend. I spent the time alone in the brownstone, feeding the cats, turtle, and fish. My sense of worth was low and I treat the self-loathing with beer, preferably Narragansett. That lager tasted of New England. Saturday morning morning I finished re-writing IN […]

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HillBilly Ranch Bar Boston – 1999

February 20, 2024 – 4:45 am

As you get old you forget. as you get older, you are forgotten – anon I know that I didn’t come up with that quote, because I haven’t really forget everything yet and several years ago I reminisced about Lost Boston with a few old-timers during an afternoon Jacob Wirth’s bar, while killing time waiting […]

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THE BEST FORM OF FLATTERY by Peter Nolan Smith

August 10, 2023 – 4:31 am

Written Sep 24, 2010 Midtown traffic was snarled by the security measures protecting foreign dignitaries from any harm during the annual UN General Assembly. Crosstown streets were closed east of 5th Avenue and the beeping tentacles of the congestion packed Madison Avenue. My bus took twenty minutes to cover ten blocks. I was late for […]

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A MOTHER’S LAST WISH by Peter Nolan Smith

May 13, 2023 – 10:39 am

After Christmas 1997 my mother entered the final stages of her battle with cancer. These last rounds were not a pretty site, but her beauty remained intact to the end. Several days after the New Year my mother held my hand and said, “I’m so happy I made Christmas.” “Me too.” I thought about John […]

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