10 Feb 2015

Butter on a Plate & Hat Swapping in the Bathroom

Butter on a Plate & Hat Swapping in the Bathroom

The whole hotel is my beat so I’ve got to drift. I’ve got to find the swirled butter on the plate. Regard this spiraled stack of paper napkins. This miniscule, considered bit of hospitality intrigues me.  I like to chase the shadows of bicyclists with my camera from a height of 23 stories.   On weekends […]

5 Feb 2015

Peasant With Potomac Fever Ning-Nongs

Peasant With Potomac Fever Ning-Nongs

I’m fifty-seven and one day old today. I walk dogs. Pitbulls. Never mind all the bad PR that they’ve gotten they only get nasty if you abuse them or if you train them to be killers, prostate to fight in the ring against other dogs my friend and I are working to eradicate it from […]

2 Feb 2015

What I’m Whytching in the Pfister

What I’m Whytching in the Pfister

Concierge Peter suggests we all need to practice “whytching,” watching our surroundings while wondering why, or how is it like that? To behave like the elated toddler who discovers everything is dimensional: it can be crawled over, pulled, pushed bitten and unraveled to reveal what is at the end, and why it was rolled up […]

17 Jan 2015

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, buy cialis 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 […]

12 Jan 2015

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, viagra sale “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 mother: “In order to be an […]

6 Jan 2015

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 ‘Prettiest Girl’ in Long Beach […]