VOW OF SILENCE by Peter Nolan Smith
Almost everyone in the world has a phone. Cellular service can connect New York with Antarctica or Greenland. I can call my son Fenway’s mom and Mam will pick up in Thailand. Every minute millions of...
View ArticleJune 29, 1995 – Los Angeles – Journal Entry
Only four more days until I leave Los Angeles. I made no friends. No one told a joke or a story. I’m more than ready to leave. I came with nothing. I leave with nothing. Scottie and I remain friends...
View ArticleAugust 1, 1995 – The South Shore / Watchic Pond – Journal Entry
I had planned on leaving for Asia the previous weekend, but after a long phone call with Todd Shigekane, I decided to bus north and visit Michael’s grave as well as my grieving mother. She had lost her...
View ArticleA TASTE FOR THE EAST by Peter Nolan Smith
My first trip to the Orient was in 1990. A round-the-world ticket. One destination was Singapore. The Straits city was already undergoing its metamorphosis from a colonial port to a gleaming metropolis...
View ArticleSept 6, 1994 – Maine – Journal Entry
I’ve spent the week with Willem, his wife Liz, his son Jack, and several of the Wooster Group up on Thompson Lake, Maine. Willem was extremely gracious and hospitable as was Liz, who previously had...
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