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.
It's the start of the weekend people so lift your guitar to an awesome acoustic set by Greg Lake and the origins of one of my most favorite songs. Lucky Man...
Those are some nice-looking tomato plants. And your raised garden over by my truck is really nice. You must be a Master Gardener judging from what you've got growing here.
This was from a Consulting Forester that had just emerged from the woods. Jill and I hired him to write an updated stewardship/management plan for the tree farm and after a morning walk with me and Her Highness (aka the blonde Lab) he spent the balance of the day transecting the property taking inventory and entering notes into something that looked all the world like a Tricorder from Star Trek.
It's the start of the weekend. Can't you see?
Marshall Tucker Band - 1973....
No possible way to describe it.
Do you smell what I smell?
The smell of spent powder, testosterone and BBQ in the air.
Before some of you get your hopes up I have no immediate plans to checkout of this earthly realm anytime soon. I do have a bucket list of sorts that I've been working on. It isn't clearly defined so it changes frequently and both increases and shrinks with time. But like I said I've made some progress.
For instance, I went to Europe to retrace my late father's footsteps during World War II as he fought his way across northern France. I killed a black bear with only a bow way back in the bush of northwest Ontario. Remarkably, I have become the internet authority on how to make crispy, crunchy, sweet pickles. Just like the 38 pints I put-up yesterday.
This such a terrific song covered by such a terrific talent. Start your weekend with Chris Isaak channeling Roy Orbison...
Things have quieted-down. Finally. It has been busy, busy, busy.
My day job business partner, our dedicated staff person and our newly-hired associate convened at the farm for the annual strategic planning meeting. This is where great minds dream big thoughts and set grand goals for the next five years. Think of it like a five year budget on steroids. The busy part was the children. My partner and the new associate have four children between the ages of 1 and 5. I can personally vouch for why only young people should procreate. Attending to small children is not easy. And keeping track of them is hard work. Moreover, training small children to not wave food around in the presence of a couple of hunting dogs is done at one's own peril.