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FOR THE LOVE OF HOCKEY by Peter Nolan Smith

January 30, 2022 – 1:01 pm

My paternal grandfather had a saying about the seasons in Maine. “There are two seasons up here; winter and preparing for winter.” My early childhood contradicted this adage, for my five year-old senses recognized a very short and wet spring followed by a little longer and slightly warmer summer capped by a short and wet […]

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BROKEN ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

January 30, 2022 – 8:44 am

Back in the last century the rivers, lakes, and ponds froze solid during the New England winters. Fishing shacks were dragged onto the ice and young boys played hockey in sub-zero temperatures with fires blazing on shore to warm frostbit fingers and toes. Daring teenagers drove across the smooth surfaces and their big Detroit cars […]

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Damn Les Habitants

January 29, 2022 – 11:38 am

My introduction to French was via the heavy accent of a cartoon skunk, who appeared on TV every Saturday morning during the 1950s. Pepe Le Pew never got the girl. Skunks smelled bad and supposedly the French also never bathed with soap. I knew little else of France. That country lay across the Atlantic Ocean, […]

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FOR THE LOVE OF HOCKEY by Peter Nolan Smith

January 28, 2022 – 7:54 pm

FOR THE LOVE OF HOCKEY are six stories about my love for the fastest game on ice. During the 1980s my aunt from Maine bought season tickets to the Rangers. To her hockey was hockey as long as the Black Bears of U Maine weren’t playing for the Frozen Four, however As longtime Boston Bruins […]

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JUST ANOTHER NIGHT by Peter Nolan Smith

January 1, 2021 – 2:21 pm

From 2014 Last night was New Year’s Eve. My redheaded poetess friend Irene phoned to invite me to a 20-something party in Bushwick. “You’ll be the oldest man there.” Irene was going solo. “Almost three times older.” We were just friends. “I think of you as 16.” She had witnessed my silliness on more than […]

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