29 Nov 2014

Too Old For Santa’s Knee

Too Old For Santa’s Knee

The day after Thanksgiving, Santa makes an appearance at the Pfister Hotel the same evening as the annual Tree Lighting Ceremony.  That’s great, kids love the opportunity to tell the man direct what it is they wish for.  But what about everyone else?  Once you grow up you still want things.   And perhaps more […]

26 Nov 2014

“What Are You Doing For Thanksgiving?”

“What Are You Doing For Thanksgiving?”

  The following people shared their Thanksgiving Plans:   Name: Ariana Location: Artist studio Context: One Pfister Artist Niki’s interns, drugstore Arianna spent her day crocheting condoms into upholstery for Niki’s fainting couch. “I’m going to my fake aunt’s house. I actually met her on the bus, recipe the green line by the Pick ‘N […]

23 Nov 2014

Employee Benefit Implementors Ruminate While Sipping Glog

Employee Benefit Implementors Ruminate While Sipping Glog

The following monologue was created from a conversation I had with two women as they waited for Val to serve them some hot glog. Note: multiple voices and perspectives speak as one.   We’re not down here too often we work in Brookfield and have clients here so we’re not here usually for drinking except […]

20 Nov 2014

Sevens And Apples

Sevens And Apples

  Right now in the Mystery that is the Pfistery, there is a basket out in the lobby a tisket, a tasket of apples, all sized small enough to keep inside my blazer pocket my pocket’s apple is named King David cause I’m told these are King David’s Apples an heirloom variety individually selected by […]

12 Nov 2014

Eavesdropping in the Pfister

I am sitting in Blu by myself so that no one will distract me as I eavesdrop in on the conversations. Some old ladies are giggling about martinis. An old man is taking all the plush chairs away from my table to build a nest for all his companions. One of them asks, decease “How […]

8 Nov 2014

A Love Letter From the Man With a Kind Smile

A Love Letter From the Man With a Kind Smile

One day I’m typing in the lobby when a man approaches me. He has a kind face, one that appears illuminated from within by what I’d guess to be a gentle, prolonged love relationship. He just looks easeful and friendly. He inquires as to what I’m doing with a typewriter. When I tell him that […]