15 Apr 2015

She Pauses To Nibble On Her Pickle

She Pauses To Nibble On Her Pickle

“You have to travel with people who want to explore otherwise everything is constructed, pills ” warns Louise. She pauses to nibble on her pickle, and contemplate those frequent trips she has made to visit her family in Barbados. The last time she went down there with non-explorers they whined every time they left the […]

10 Apr 2015

Bar Hoping

Bar Hoping

Sean runs a trivia company out of Minnesota called “Trivia Mafia.” Currently there is only one bar in all of Milwaukee (the city with more bars than grocery stores) where you can play Trivia Mafia and that bar is Vintage. Here is why Sean and his dad came down for the weekend: to go bar […]

7 Apr 2015

The Lady and the Pirate

The Lady and the Pirate

I meet an accountant. She tells me about her career hobby: her involvement with the Society For Creative Anachronism (SCA) where she is known as ‘Lady Aiofe Cno Capaill, recipe ’ which means ‘dark horse.’ What is the SCA? “Basically we do 600 to 1600 (a.d.) everything, from Middle Ages to the Renaissance period. We […]

3 Apr 2015

This Is Not The Real Dance

This Is Not The Real Dance

Sisters came in from New York to attend the wedding and to show off their Wedding Dance. They are choreographing their piece right now on the exquisite carpet that urges all who come here to at least sashay at least slightly even if it is so slight that no one notices because you are an […]

16 Mar 2015

Whispering, 1925

Whispering, 1925

My term as Pfister narrator is almost up, so yesterday I finally booked a room.  My best friend Jessie drove in from Ann Arbor for the occasion.   Jessie promptly plopped on the plush puff bed as soon as we had entered and perused our room, #332. She then jumped to action and made us a to-do list. We […]

10 Mar 2015

If he don’t love me, how could he love you?

If he don’t love me, how could he love you?

“My name is Charles Bentley. I’m Native American, sick Cherokee. My grandmother was Cherokee. I worked for American Motors at the corner of Capitol and Richards, where Wal-Mart is now from 1958-1966. I was a spray painter, I was “The Door Jam Man.” The Rambler was the first car I worked on at the plant. […]