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 […]

The Pinecone Shaped Doorknob on the Seventh Floor
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The Pinecone Shaped Doorknob on the Seventh Floor

The suit store, Roger Stevens will cease to exist at the end of this month after its four decades at the Pfister. Everything is for sale.  Everything. EverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverything. EverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverythingEverything.   But NOT the elk head. That one they tell me is on loan. I show all these manly goods to Wes because he is a […]

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

  I got an asymmetrical haircut at the Pfister’s salon. Carrie, medical 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 […]

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 […]