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The Cost of Morality

In 1977 a Beacon Hill lawyer hired me to vanish his gas-guzzling Oldsmobile. $300 to never see the Detroit pig again. It was grand-theft auto, but the risk was minimal. He’d report the car stolen the next day and collect on the insurance within a month. I had disappeared three of his friend’s lemons during […]

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT by Peter Nolan Smith

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 […]

Back From The Dead 2011

My New Year’s Eve plans were local. Watch the Celtics-New Orleans game at Mullane’s followed up by an early beer at Frank’s then home to my Fort Greene Penthouse to watch the final sunset of 2011 before getting attire in my evening suit. Nothing says New Year’s Eve better than a tux. I polished off […]

ROSH A HOMA by Peter Nolan Smith

Eight years ago I sat in Frank’s Lounge with Vince. The owner’s nephew and I discussed a teaching position as a creative writer. The offer sounded good and the Fort Greene native said, “Hell, I have a four day weekend thanks to Rush a homa.” “You mean Rosh Hashanah?” My boss from the Diamond District […]

CRAZY MUSLIMS by Peter Nolan Smith

Yesterday I called my ‘niece’ Andy to wish her Jewish Happy New Year. She had already left the diamond exchange for the day and explained that she was having a post-work drink at the Plaza Hotel bar. “I’m meeting my sister and her wife for Rosh Hashanah.” “Nice, I’m in Brooklyn, otherwise I’d come and […]