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. […]

4 Mar 2015

About Life, About Mystery

About Life, About Mystery

The shop window on Wisconsin Avenue is empty.  Inside the glass room is a door that leads to the darkness.  The combination of this darkness door, the street lights reflected in the glass and the promise that the blank space will be filled up one day again, instills in me a wild excitement.  Truly!           […]

28 Feb 2015

A Psychometric Questionairre

A Psychometric Questionairre

Yeah, humans are social creatures you know, we see faces inside clouds, fungus and tea stains. Children conduct full-length conversations with “pet” rocks and plush dinosaurs, then as adults, they still try to assign meaning to their frighteningly mysterious days through science, philosophy, religion, art, astrology or psychology. Pfister barista Desiree longs to crack the […]

24 Feb 2015

When you look at some modern art it can stump you.

When you look at some modern art it can stump you.

Barbara has been giving tours for the Milwaukee Art Museum over a half century. “When I first came to the museum, there were eight employees.” This January I started my fifty-second year. I retired when I was 50, but I’m still going in, teaching and working ‘cause I don’t want to sit at home. I […]

19 Feb 2015

A Mom Letter and a Dad Letter

A Mom Letter and a Dad Letter

I was taking a picture of the roses in the lobby when Val, the bartender summoned me over to see something. I took a stool at the bar and waited for a moment as Val rustled around in her bag, elbow deep.  At last she exclaimed “Ah!” and pulled out an envelope to show me. It was sent […]