While it is true that guests come and go from the Pfister on a daily basis, there are also plenty of good souls who you can classify as Pfister regulars.
The formidable Barbara Brown Lee who has knowledge about the visual art world that could fill many volumes of thick…
I anticipate that today I will begin what will grow to become a more public and frequent declaration of one of my favorite harmless infatuations.
Oh, how I love a gaggle of ladies who have all agreed to wear the same dress and stand in front of a group…
There was a ladies-only luncheon happening at the Pfister last week. Lots of smart, successful, gorgeous women were dressed in red and came together for the American Heart Association’s 2015 Milwaukee Go Red for Women luncheon.
And this guy.
I don’t mean to treat this guy like…
As I come upon the Harry and Rose Samson Family Jewish Community Center’s setup for their KidShare 2015 gala at the Pfister, I can tell immediately there is a good party in the works.
Typically during setup for these types of events, its not unusual to see harried minions…
I just made a complete fool out of myself for the gazing eyes of the Pfister public, and boy was it tasty.
Call it hubris, call it horrifying, call it so astonishing that you have to shake your head in my general direction. However you slice it, I’m relieved…
Are you still feeling the glow of Mother’s Day? It was a glorious brunch filled day at the Pfister this past Sunday when good sons and daughters showered their moms with well deserved adoration.
Me? I was out of town, and I’m not 100% certain that my Mom…
I make it a habit to never ask another man in a suit if he’s packing heat. So far, this choice has served me very well.
But it was hard, I mean REALLY, REALLY hard not to go up to the guy in the suit I noticed on the…
Maybe it’s because I’m a sucker for blondes, but something told me I was gonna love a certain couple of ladies who lunch.
You can tell just by looking at someone that they have that unmistakable something-something called soul. And you don’t get soul by shutting…
Hello. And, boy, am I happy you’re reading.
Whenever I start a venture I like to understand the rules of the engagement.
Please note, however, that I haven’t said that I like to follow the rules.
Oh dear me, no.
That’s not necessarily my path. But if…
My term as Pfister Narrator is about to expire. A bell is sounding. A cane is coming to pull my waist off the stage. A gong is sounding. Ladies are booing, children are throwing popcorn at me, but I do not want to leave my flaming hula hoop.
When the professional ballroom dancers come en masse to the Pfister,
expect to find several crystals strewn across the bathroom floor,
shed from their glistening, parrot colored ensembles
that induce the ordinary citizens in the café around them to exclaim,
“Ah my god, I can’t believe it!”
I meet her in the elevator and she says she recently moved to Costa Rica. I ask the Costa Rican ex-patriot for a story and she tells me that she is not a very interesting, story-rich person. I whine, “Come on, you live in Costa Rica! Haven’t…
“You have to travel with people who want to explore
otherwise everything is constructed,”
She pauses to nibble on her pickle,
and contemplate those frequent trips
she has made to visit her family in Barbados.
The last time she went down there with non-explorers
they whined every…
Sean runs a trivia company out of Minnesota
called “Trivia Mafia.”
Currently there is only one bar
in all of Milwaukee
(the city with more bars than grocery stores)
where you can play Trivia Mafia
and that bar is Vintage.
Here is why Sean and his dad came down for…
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,’ which means ‘dark horse.’ What is the SCA? “Basically we do 600 to 1600 (a.d.) everything, from Middle Ages to…
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…
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 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…
When I first discovered Coke’s name
to be Coke,
I admit, I was taken aback
with the fact that it is the unusual title
for this amiable human
I often see in the lobby.
But Coke is used to the awe
of people discovering his name,
and ups the…
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…
“My name is Charles Bentley.
I’m Native American,
My grandmother was Cherokee.
I worked for American Motors
at the corner of Capitol and Richards,
where Wal-Mart is now
I was a spray painter,
I was “The Door Jam Man.”
The Rambler was the first…
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…
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.
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
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…