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Lijiang 1995

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother, Michael Charles Smith, passed from this world and I voyaged around the world to pray at the holiest temples and shrines in Asia. I stayed briefly in LA, Honolulu, Bangkok, and Chiang Mai. In September I flew north to Kumming and after a few days in that […]

The Fears

Last night I read Poe’s MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH, despite having promised not to delve further into the literature of death. The opening paragraph portrayed a world lost to the plague. “The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and […]

Remember Our Gone

Remember Our Gone

Dad’s Moustache 1972

In the early 1970s my father complained about my sister’s boyfriend’s facial hair and she told my father that he would look younger with a mustache. He grew one and then sideburns too. Youth always wins over an older man. Mom, my youngest brother Michael and my father Frank A Smith II. Love them all […]

The Beauty of FREEBIRD

My youngest brother’s health suffered a precipitous decline in 1995. The experimental drugs had failed to stem Michael’s ruthless aliment’s advances. I received a telephone call from my older brother in Boston. I was running a nightclub in Beverly Hills. He told me the bad news. The next day I was on a plane to […]