A Narrator’s Farewell Part III: Bringing the Hotel’s Paintings to Life

Finally, I leave you and the Pfister Hotel with twenty (soon to be twenty-one–I’ll explain later) creative works written by me and participants in the five Plume Service writing experiences that took place between December and April. My original goal was to bring all 80 of the Victorian-era paintings in the Hotel to life, so for the first two […]
A Narrator’s Farewell Part I: The Early Months

Dear Readers– The past year has taken me places I could never have expected, which was exactly what I had in mind when I decided to quit teaching English last June after 22 years. I knew that my dedication to my profession would preclude devoting serious time to any new pursuits or new projects, whatever […]
A Narrator’s Farewell Part II: Humans of The Pfister

After the first couple of months of storytelling, I remember sitting in the Lobby Lounge for two hours one day–and not interviewing a soul. I sketched the lobby, the bar, some patrons, the piano, some wine glasses, but everyone that day seemed too wrapped up in each other. It seemed that no one would want […]
Margaret Muza: Musing About Her Muses (Part 2)

Before my time is up as the Narrator, I wanted to sit down with the new Artist-in-Residence Margaret Muza one last time (though I’m sure I’ll be back many times during her residency!) to get and share with you some of the back stories of the tintypes currently hanging in her studio. As the walls […]
Margaret Muza: Musing About Her Muses (Part I)

Her last name is pronounced “myuza,” which sounds like music and muses. Its origin is Kashubian, from an ethnic group that hails from Poland on the Baltic Sea. Interestingly, Margaret Muza is related to the Jacob Muza who in 1872 established a colony on Jones Island (really a peninsula named after James Monroe Jones), essentially […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | APRIL 2017 | April Fools edition | “The Least Funniest Person”

I’m not very good at telling jokes. I always mess them up or have to think too hard. Because of this, my mom says I’m the least funniest person in our family. She’s disgusted with how unfunny she thinks I am. She even puts us in order: “Your brother Thomas is first, then your brother […]