Pin the Eagle On the Mother
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Pin the Eagle On the Mother

Five moments of learning from the past week at the Pfister.   1. A kid from Chicago comes to my typewriter and gawks. I allow him to type whatever he wants: “HAa Liamisthe greatest Pat and Kerianne suck and wish they could do this hahah”   2. A girl comes up and I also explain […]

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This Is His Fifth Wedding In Three Years

I’m drinking tropical hibiscus in the lounge when a woman enters the vicinity clopping her tongue like a horse along to the ambient music. I record this occurrence in my notebook, take a swig of tea, and stand to meet the clip clop woman so as to tell her how much I appreciate triumphal people […]

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The Absinthe Minded Confusion Fusion

My recorder has stored a highly detailed 16 minute and 12 second description of a book this man read a couple decades ago.  It is the autobiography of Bernard Baruch, a wall street guy who hung out at the Waldorf Astoria hotel in the 1930’s.  The description would have been even longer had I not […]

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I’m 90 Years Old and This is the First Time I’ve Mentioned It

Sophia and her mom live in Seattle, but every year they come visit with grandma for a few weeks because she lives here in Milwaukee. Julie, Sophia’s mom says that today she found out that her mother was elected high school secretary. Her mother, Eunice confesses, “I’m 90 years old and this is the first […]

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A Haircut, A Soft Man From The Spa, A War Zone

  I got an asymmetrical haircut at the Pfister’s salon. Carrie, my stylist said she had a barn growing up. It was mostly empty, so she and her brother would perform plays inside. Carrie had “an asthmatic horse named Blaze.” I didn’t know they made asthmatic horses, but Carrie tells me that it is a […]

This Was During The Depression
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This Was During The Depression

Eleanore ate salad at the Mason Street Grill last Friday, in honor of her mother, a woman named Blanche, “she was a honey” born around 1892. When honey Blanche grew up she worked for a time making the most popular salads at the Pfister so great were her salads that President Teddy Roosevelt asked to […]

a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption
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a despondent coffee bean anticipating its consumption

This hotel is rife with whiz-bang creators. At any hour someone with an opinion on Salavador Dali is likely to state it from behind a counter, since so much of the staff identifies with being an artist of some sort. Certainly, there is an official resident artist and an official resident narrator, but there are […]