3 Jun 2017

The Rule Is To STAY FANCY

The Rule Is To STAY FANCY

Until today, all my four-year-old sons Oliver and Milo had seen of the Pfister was the restroom outside the cafe. I’d had to drop off some materials while I was in the midst of applying to be the next Narrator, and the plan was that I’d just run in quickly while my husband waited in […]

16 Jan 2017

The Pfister is My Second Family (Although the Details are Fuzzy)

The Pfister is My Second Family (Although the Details are Fuzzy)

“You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning.  But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy.” (from Jay Mcinerney’s Bright Lights, Big City, 1984) Well, I am the kind of guy (Narrator) who […]

25 Aug 2016

Cordial of Wisdom | August 2016

Cordial of Wisdom | August 2016

Last month I offered the first “Cordial of Wisdom” from behind the bar in the Lobby Lounge, featuring the imaginative, pun-laden, talismanic words of wisdom of Val, who has been with the Hotel for decades.  Today, I offer you Thomas.  At first, he smiled and said, with so much conviction, “I think I’m too young to […]

28 Jun 2016

Cordials of Wisdom | July 2016

Cordials of Wisdom | July 2016

She works Tuesday through Saturday behind the bar in the Lobby Lounge, but in one sitting dispenses enough wisdom for an entire week (although she would probably chuckle her inward chuckle at me calling her quips and quivers “wisdom”).  She moves behind the bar with grace but always looks like she has a trick up […]

15 Jun 2016

“It Doesn’t Cost a Lot of Money to Be Nice”

“It Doesn’t Cost a Lot of Money to Be Nice”

For their 60th wedding anniversary, they went to Bora Bora. For their 61st, Niagara Falls. For their 62nd, Nashville, their 63rd Dallas. They had a staycation in a Kauai Hilton last year. And for this, their 65th anniversary, Joanne told Jim to surprise her.   Even a couple of hours before her anniversary dinner at […]

30 May 2016

“You Can’t Take My Bones”

“You Can’t Take My Bones”

Last Thursday evening, I had an hour to kill before I met a good friend and colleague for dinner in Bay View.  Dressed in my “Pfister casual,” as I’m calling it–dark denim and an almost black-blue and silver short-sleeved shirt–I settled into one of the sofas in the lobby, ordered an Old Fashioned from Ellie, […]