A place to waste some time

Author: Tony Smith Page 4 of 5

Finding Solly

Years ago the Chicago police pulled me over and I found myself living in Nelson Algren’s world.

Niles

He was conceived in an ice fishing shack on Riley’s Bay. 

Francisco

On a summer day in 1980 while driving back to the office in my fifteen year old TR6, a British sports car, I realized no one taught me anything about any of this.

Anna and the Baby

When I was in college I took a part time job intending to learn banking.  I learned about more than just finance.

Something Different

Toe Knee Stories have been written to be read at open mics.

The Irish Sports Page

Obituaries, you gotta love them.

My mother used to call them the Irish Sports Pages.  Others have called them the Irish Comics or the Irish Racing Form.

The Yeti and the Shangri La

Jesus. It was supposed to be a simple weekday lunch with my father.

The Red Line

He mopes onto the northbound Red Line train at Madison.

A Sunny Day in Paris

In 1981 I went to France and left my mark.

Muskies

Sometimes a fishing trip is more than a fishing trip.

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