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  • We Ate Our Last Meal Together At The Pfister

    We Ate Our Last Meal Together At The Pfister

    We ate our last lunch together at the Pfister, my Grandma and I and family, I wrote a story about it the other week, except then I did not know it would be our last meal when I sat next to Grandma and we both ordered the salmon salad from a booth in the café. The nice thing about ...

  • The Backside of Everything You Will Never Think About

    The Backside of Everything You Will Never Think About

    Roving the lounge I roll up to a family with one of those dual seat strollers and make my introduction, “Are those two ‘youngins’ twins?” “They are almost Irish twins,” says the mama. Irish twins? I’ve never heard of that one what does that mean?   Says ...

  • The Underwood Typewriter Girl of 1945

    The Underwood Typewriter Girl of 1945

    I am sitting at my Remington, clacking away at the lobby’s desk when a man approaches me. Chuck, a New York businessman, tells me about his mother, Anne Bernich, who served as Underwood’s Typewriter Girl of 1945. According to Chuck, “Although her typing skills were amazing, she was voted the ‘Pretties...

  • To Properly Crash A Wedding You Just...

    To Properly Crash A Wedding You Just...

    In the lounge by the fire I meet a clump of kids and their parents. There are six empty mugs of hot cocoas and the dad tells me they all came here to enjoy the holiday décor. The nearest décor (that I suddenly notice with fresh décor searching eyes) are the stuffed stockings that hang from the mantelpiece....

  • Wasn’t One of Our Ancestors a French Bishop Or Something?

    Wasn’t One of Our Ancestors a French Bishop Or Something?

    Two of my second cousins are in town so my Grandma and Mom take us all out to a Monday noon lunch at the Pfister café. My cousin Courtney, lifelong Texas resident introduces us to her new husband, Michael who, to our collective delight is as Wisconsin as Green Bay where he was raised. [c...

  • In Which I Get A Massage

    In Which I Get A Massage

    A few weeks into December, a generous and innovative customer commissioned me to typewrite five short stories to give to their various family members on Christmas day. Being the purist that I am, I decided that all the drafts for these stories should also be crafted on a typewriter. After a week of writing f...

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