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2017 February

January 7, 2018 – 11:35 pm

A snow day. Eight inches and more. Everyone took a snow day. The white snow covered all of Fort Greene. I traveled north to Catskill on the Hudson. Every miles brought me to the grasp of winter. The Hudson River flowed in the light of the setting sun. Charlotta met me at the station and […]

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Excerpt from THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN MAINE by Peter Nolan Smith

September 1, 2015 – 8:29 pm

Old US 1 ended at its northern terminus of Fort Kent. Key West was 2377 miles to the South. Snow drifted chest-deep against the houses. Philippe tested his new jacket. “It works.” “I wouldn’t expect anything else from LL Bean.” I was wearing layers. Heavy boots were a must. We had reached winter and night […]

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No Summer Yet In Boston

February 14, 2015 – 3:50 pm

I left Boston in the autumn of 1976 for New York. I was in love with a girl from North Carolina. She departed from Brooklyn three hours before I arrived in a stolen car. I should have returned back home, except Jim Spicer, Cecil Taylor’s manager, offered e a bedroom in Park Slope and I […]

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Brrrr At The Observatory

January 4, 2015 – 12:13 pm

Only three fleeting flurries of snow have whitened the streets of Fort Greene since the beginning of this winter, but this morning the temperature hovered at water’s freezing point for water. I went to the local bagel shop for a coffee and listening to the ski reports from Hunter, Stratton, and Camelback. Conditions of the […]

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THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN MAINE by Peter Nolan Smith on Kindle

July 6, 2014 – 7:02 pm

In the winter of 1991 a British friend and I drove north from a snowless New York to find winter. Our trip took us through New England to the end of US 1 at Fort Kent, Maine. The river was frozen solid and the snow was chest deep. I wanted to forge on to Canada, […]

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