Bryan's Posts About Being Human
John Wires (1922-2013)
Saying goodbye to John Wires a week ago was unlike any other farewell we had shared for the better part of three decades. Even our outing that humid evening was unusual. John didn’t usually go for ice cream. But when…
ON BOGS
On my way to work in Peacham Bog I am blood walking. Black flies swarm in a frenzy at my ears. Deer flies turn my right hand into a lobster claw. Mosquitoes are rendered quaint by comparison. But this is the least of my problems.
Our Bottles Ourselves
By Bryan Pfeiffer Bobby Martino’s office is a menagerie of empties: sticky bottles, clacking cans and the aroma of stale beer. Here in the bottle room of M&M Beverage and Redemption Center in Barre Town, stale beer is the least…
Killing My Kindle
By Bryan Pfeiffer (for Vermont Public Radio) Downtown Montpelier is lucky enough to have three independent bookstores, a pleasing blend of creaky wooden floors, informed employees, hand-made signs, and a wise selection of titles. Not long ago, Ruth and I…
Eulogy for my Father, Joe Pfeiffer (1925-2010)
On behalf of my family, I thank you all for coming today. We’re all here, family and friends together, to remember and celebrate the life of Joe Pfeiffer, a husband, uncle, cousin, grandfather, comedian, mench, kind of a klutz, and,…
