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.
My earliest memory of fishing was getting up in the dark with my dad and picking-up grandpa and driving all the way to Port Washington to sit along the break wall with cane poles to catch perch. Sometimes the fishing was good. Sometimes not so good. Whether or not it was good or not so good a stop was made at Smith Brothers for smoked chubs for grandma.
Another childhood memory is sitting at the kitchen table with grandma - her dentures to the side of her plate - picking-apart smoked chubs.
One of the refreshing breaths of fresh air during the 1970s cultural wasteland of disco muzak was the introduction of country rock. Poco. The Eagles, Pure Prairie League. And others. It endures.
Start your weekend with this rare gem. Not bad for a webcam...
Some days I think to myself - Why can't folks be righteous and hopeful? Especially when well-meaning individuals are lifting heaven and earth to make a positive impact upon the community.
I want to thank my pal Christine for her astute blog post. For someone with bigger fish to fry she hasn’t lost sight of her focus on community issues that are near and dear to her heart. Chris asked that I reply to her very good questions. I am choosing to do so here at Gas Pains namely because if I reply using the newfangled Facebook commenting system that the Mothership has instituted you would never ever be able to view my response unless you were a registered and logged in Facebook user. This might exclude most of you currently reading this. More about that boneheaded policy another time.
Start your weekend with this catchy tune by Cornershop. Brimful of Asha...
Quick update on the garden.
Spectacular weekend on the Door peninsula. Bicycling, friends, big BBQ, over-hauling the new (used) boat, walking the girls and gardening. There is nothing in the world more therapeutic than gardening. And when you've had a rough week in the kingdom I recommend an afternoon of mindless hoeing. I'm absolutely serious. There's nothing like cultivating a garden bed with a freshly-sharpened hoe and slaughtering weeds to clear your head. It is Zen-like.
Let it be known that nobody has ever returned from deer camp, a South Dakota pheasant hunt or fish camp hungry. While the cast of characters may vary - one thing is certain - we're going to stack-up the deer, clobber the pheasants and limit-out on fish.
And there's going to be some terrific cooking involved.
A classic. Il Buono, Il Brutto e Il Cattivo....
Feel the burn. Not the sunburn - the muscle burn. I got that old field hand feeling again.
At least the Administration Building anyways.
A couple of weeks ago the electric utility was restored to the largest of the Eschweiler buildings on the County Grounds and construction lights were strung. Boarded-up windows were replaced with Plexiglas to allow natural light to filter into the building. And this past Saturday a group of volunteers rolled-up their sleeves and with a generous bit of grit, determination and elbow grease began the process of making the main building suitable for public touring.
Wait, wait. The weekend won't wait. I will Wait - Mumford & Sons...