23 Dec 2014

“could you please send me a boyfriend who does yoga?”

“could you please send me a boyfriend who does yoga?”

  Katherine has been coming here for years she was married for three decades to a man who came to the Pfister to just to jog. He died ten years ago so, viagra recently she asked the divine, “could you please send me a boyfriend who does yoga?” After she asked she didn’t expect a […]

20 Dec 2014

Santa and His Retired Friends From The C.I.A.

Santa and His Retired Friends From The C.I.A.

On a Friday night in December, online there is man in a Santa hat having a drink with a bunch of his friends in the lounge. To make conversation I ask him why he’s got that hat on (though the reason is obvious) and one of his many friends says, “He is our official Santa. […]

15 Dec 2014

The Gifts In Life Have Nothing To Do With Money

The Gifts In Life Have Nothing To Do With Money

Jennifer is here. She just quit her job as the director of a troupe of tribal belly dancers. I learn that tribal belly dancing is more athletic than traditional. Apparently traditional belly dancing much more wiggly.   I believe it, medicine having taken belly dancing in college and finding it fairly impossible to wiggle that much. […]

13 Dec 2014

The Short Man

The Short Man

A guest in the lobby told the following story that took place over thirty years ago. He told me four other stories similar to this in the period of an hour.   I get a phone call from Short Man, troche he wants to see me. We were best friends in high school in the […]

9 Dec 2014

The Woman Who Eats Cake Every Day

The Woman Who Eats Cake Every Day

Debbie was working as a pastry chef when a customer came in wanting a cake like the one they saw in Martha Stewart Magazine. The customer said they’d been to every bakery in town, but no one would do it. Debbie was shocked to hear that, but the bakery where she worked was not properly […]

5 Dec 2014

The Rock of the Day

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, health 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 […]