11 Jul 2012

Rocks in their Pockets

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They were like the prologue for a coming of age film, an assuring glimpse at how adulthood will frame their childhood adventures. John, with his salted hair, and Perry, with laugh lines softening his eyes, fell into the couch beside mine talking and laughing with the fluid shorthand of longtime friends and the loosened inhibitions […]

28 Jun 2012

The Society

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There are rules, and there are rules. The first kind, we largely agree to be hard fast: stealing is wrong, kindness is good, unhealthy eating creates an unhealthy body, and cutting off someone in traffic fills your rear view mirror with crude hand gestures. The second kind of rules, even italicized in our minds, are […]

27 Apr 2012

Joe, The Rookie

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“I’m going to be 22.” That was Joe’s answer when I asked how old he was. His response was shared with a grin in that adorable way that only people up to a certain age are excited to tell you how old they’re going to be. Joe started with the Pfister as a busser at […]

26 Apr 2012

Roc’s Road to Milwaukee

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There tend to be patterns of why people live where they live. Often times they got a job nearby, or that’s where they went to school, or possibly their spouse’s family is from the area. Roc is a concierge at the Pfister and his path to Milwaukee definitely did not follow any of these typical┬ároutes. […]

12 Apr 2012

Travel By Association ~ or ~ Travel Lite

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  Travelers. Travelers everywhere. Transient folks of every stripe walking, running, sitting, working, swimming, eating. Carrying luggage. Grabbing a cup of coffee. Adding sugar to their tea. En route toward somewhere. Arriving from someplace else. Ah, airports. All of humanity distilled to a small area becoming a sudden, immediate culture. Unique and specific to that […]

10 Apr 2012

Part 2: The Talking Piano of Dr. Jeffrey Hollander

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  As mentioned in an earlier post I’ve put considerable thought toward how to chronicle Jeff, his playing, and more specifically his playing at the Pfister Hotel. There are several occasions when I’ve left the hotel and driven home in silence because after hearing him at the piano anything on the radio sounded like a […]