Wasn’t One of Our Ancestors a French Bishop Or Something?
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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. Then […]

The Rock of the Day
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The Rock of the Day

There is a couple from Madison that comes here every year. They spend the week after thanksgiving sitting quietly side by side in the Pfister café, the wife with an unidentified electronic contraption, the husband with a book of games to solve. It is a docile, wintry afternoon, one in which everyone notices everyone else, […]

Too Old For Santa’s Knee
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Too Old For Santa’s Knee

The day after Thanksgiving, Santa makes an appearance at the Pfister Hotel the same evening as the annual Tree Lighting Ceremony.  That’s great, kids love the opportunity to tell the man direct what it is they wish for.  But what about everyone else?  Once you grow up you still want things.   And perhaps more […]

“What Are You Doing For Thanksgiving?”
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“What Are You Doing For Thanksgiving?”

  The following people shared their Thanksgiving Plans:   Name: Ariana Location: Artist studio Context: One Pfister Artist Niki’s interns, Arianna spent her day crocheting condoms into upholstery for Niki’s fainting couch. “I’m going to my fake aunt’s house. I actually met her on the bus, the green line by the Pick ‘N Save on […]

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Eavesdropping in the Pfister

I am sitting in Blu by myself so that no one will distract me as I eavesdrop in on the conversations. Some old ladies are giggling about martinis. An old man is taking all the plush chairs away from my table to build a nest for all his companions. One of them asks, “How was […]

a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption
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a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption

This hotel is rife with whiz-bang creators. At any hour someone with an opinion on Salavador Dali is likely to state it from behind a counter, since so much of the staff identifies with being an artist of some sort. Certainly, there is an official resident artist and an official resident narrator, but there are […]