12 Jan 2014

She wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter

Last week, sildenafil I walked into the Pfister lobby and I was told by Ken at the front desk that I had a letter. A letter! I love letters! Turns out, cialis a woman who was just passing through the hotel for one evening had seen me on the recent Pfister documentary and wrote me […]

7 Jan 2014

Pfister friends provide post-fire kindness

Pfister friends provide post-fire kindness

It seems to me that almost everyone I meet has a story about the Pfister Hotel. Take Don Sefton, clinic for example. Don lives in Seattle with his husband and works as a senior event manager for Thomas Douglas Catering. I first contacted him this summer because I am writing an article for OnMilwaukee.com about […]

31 Dec 2013

32 years ago tonight …

32 years ago tonight …

A Facebook friend – who I do not know in real life – just sent me a message that, with her permission, I am sharing. Her message read “New Year’s Eve is always a special anniversary for my husband and I. Every year he whispers in my ear ‘today is our anniversary of our first […]

31 Dec 2013

The case of the missing fruit plate

The case of the missing fruit plate

Once every few blue moons, I seem to be in the right place at the right time. Christmas Eve was one of those nights. I came to the Pfister for a couple of hours before a holiday party and drifted around from the Lobby Bar to the lobby to Blu. During my wanderings, I noticed a […]

24 Dec 2013

Parents need Date Nights, too

Parents need Date Nights, too

Date night. This is one of my favorite word combos in the English language. The phrase conjures all sort of warm, buy cialis fuzzy images of candlelight, silver movie screens, red wine rings on paper napkins and hands brushing hands. It was obvious to me that Amy and Patrick – snuggled up on the couch […]

18 Dec 2013

‘Twas the night before Pfist-mas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, health and all through the Pfister a few creatures were stirring, some misses, some misters.     The stockings were hung without a single demand and stuffed with the sounds from the piano man’s hands.     A few guests were asleep in pillow-topped beds with visions of lions roaming […]