Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
I'd like to think of this project like the propagation of a tree.
Sometimes a seed or a nut falls to the ground. Or is passed from the digestive tract of a bird. Maybe a squirrel buries and forgets it. The seed germinates and sends a shoot upwards towards the light filtering through the forest canopy. If it is lucky, that sprout will survive predation by a hungry rodent. As it reaches further for the sun it might survive a browsing whitetail deer. Recent decades might find it engaged in a battle-to-the-death with competition from invasive species crowding it out for sunlight, water and nutrients. With more luck, and within a few years, that seedling will grow to a sapling. Against enormous odds and over many years it might just survive to become a dominant tree in the forest - and be threatened now by an invasive insect from Asia. Should it survive all of this it will release its progeny to repeat the process all over again.
Who can tell me what activity is associated with the following commands:
Off. Leave it. Off. OFF!
It is the start of the weekend people and today brings a double header.
This weekly post was whimsically launched on a Tuesday a few years ago with a classic cut from the Moody Blues. It rapidly settled into a Friday routine.
It is the start of the weekend people so crank-up the volume on your workstation pc and raise your glass to a dead rockstar!
Many years ago I recall asking the dog's veterinarian about the propensity of my Lab to dine on all manner of offal that is found in the woods. Of particular interest - to me at least - was a refined taste for baby bunnies.
What precipitated the question was a singularly ghastly episode that occurred during Jill's family reunion. You see we hosted it up at the farm. At one point everyone was sitting in their sling chairs on the driveway, soaking-up the summer sun, enjoying an adult beverage and swapping family tales when Girlfriend made her grand entrance. Sashaying into the circle of chairs the dog was showing something-off. I initially thought it was a squeaky toy. Squeak, squeak, squeak. Upon further examination it was a baby bunny. But before I could extract the ill-gotten prize from her jaws the dog lifted her head and in the presence of the entire extended family...GULP! Bunny gone. All of the elderly matrons were horrified.
Here it is - we're coming-up on the end of March already and gardening is just around the corner. Last fall I left some of my vegetable remnants in the garden as green manure. Along with the weeds there were cabbage bottoms, broccoli and Brussels sprouts mainly. I figured the garden rubbish would fester over the winter and when spring arrived I would simply plow it under with the rototiller.
Get ahold of this. I have now attracted deer.
Jeff Bridges did a great rendition of this tune in the drama Crazy Heart. Ryan Bingham is the master. Sometimes I think he is channeling Bob Dylan.
Kick-off your weekend with this nice accoustic set...
I have often been told not to run around with a scissors in my hand. And I try not to run around with my hair on fire either. But running with the dogs is another story.
This was an experiment of sorts with my videographer riding shotgun with me on the four-wheeler armed with her iPhone.
After work on Monday I stopped at a pizza joint to pick-up a pie for dinner. A family-size cheese, chicken, artichoke and black olive pizza. Yum. And since we don't have teenagers in the house Jill and I can dine-upon a pizza pie like this for days. It also happened to be one of those formula restaurant establishments. Which is code for chain or franchise or other than a home-grown, sole proprietor-type establishment. I want to blog about that issue before too long. But I digress.
The thing about successful chains and franchises is that they've usually stumbled-upon a idea that can be replicated many times over thereby mathematically multiplying their success. Like this: