The Lady and the Pirate
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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 […]

This Is Not The Real Dance
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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 […]

Two Texans
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Two Texans

Two Texans, architectural engineers, college students, conference attendees named Shannon and Michaela want me to write them love letters for their boyfriends.   Shannon lovingingly describes her boyfriend, Ryan, as “a sarcastic ass always picking on me and my big head!” She goes on to say she met him at a country club dance hall four and […]

A Mud Bath, Followed With An Insult
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A Mud Bath, Followed With An Insult

A few months into my job at the Pfister I learned something very interesting:   If you want, the spa will give you a bowl of clay to go with a hot steam shower. Yes, with this spa offering, you can temporarily remake yourself as an exquisite porcine figure, steamed on a spit, enjoying the mud bath […]

Whispering, 1925
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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 […]

If he don’t love me, how could he love you?
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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. […]

About Life, About Mystery
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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!           […]

A Psychometric Questionairre
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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 […]

When you look at some modern art it can stump you.
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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 […]