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 […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | MARCH 2017 | Transitions Edition | “The Classic Look is Made to Last”
Today’s HUMANS OF THE PFISTER post is about “Transitions”–but also kind of an anti-transition story. It’s more a story about endurance, about a stalwart establishment that has survived three transitions to become a 25-year staple of Wisconsin Avenue, just a half-block west of The Pfister. Meet the proud owner of The Sophisticated Man, Diane Hamiel, herself a sophisticated woman […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | MARCH 2017 | Transitions Edition | From Car to Carpool: A Chance to Relax & Regroup
At the end of January, I got in two car accidents in one week. The first was snow-related: I hit the back of a bus, which had stopped in front of me. I just couldn’t stop. It totaled my car. My dad was able to pick me up and let me use his car, a […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | MARCH 2017 | Transitions edition | Xenodocheio & Spiritual Connections
Last night I met Dean at the lobby bar, relaxing with a cocktail. I had just asked the bartender, Shelby, for a cordial of wisdom and she had offered that her “life motto has always been that laughter is a cure for everything. And there’s something you can laugh at in every situation.” Dean agreed […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | FEBRUARY 2017 | “First Loves” Edition | Musical Connections
I guess I was in junior high–7th grade maybe. We had a co-ed gym class where we did ballroom dancing: waltz, cha-cha, jitterbug. I think it was girl-pick-a-guy. Well, I had a crush on a boy named Tom. I was hoping he’d ask me, but I was too shy–and he did! And we won Best […]
HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | FEBRUARY 2017 | “First Loves” Edition | Throwing Rocks at Joey
My first love was in 4th grade. His name was Joey, and I used to throw rocks at him to get his attention. He was from the nicer side of the tracks than me (we grew up in Latonia, Kentucky, which is now Covington). Joey was blue-eyed and had the house and the nice family. […]