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.
For some folks Labor Day signals the arrival of fall. The camper is cleaned and stowed and the children return to school. For a couple of weeks I've been saying to anybody willing to listen that there is a hint of autumn in the air.
It struck me this morning that it is official. It's chilly enough that I have to wear long pants.
Written by Pete Townshend in 1965 and recorded and released in 1968 Magic Bus has become one of The Who's most recognized songs.
Oddly-enough, this past weekend my pal Braumeister emailed me a picture taken while on vacation in the Pacific northwest.
Start your weekend with some perfectly good guitar. And vocals too. Jason Isbell - Outfit...
I gained part of my shed space back today. The pick-up truck is back in its regular slot, farm implements moved and the new (used) boat in it's permanent space. There is room now to hang a deer. And I owe it all to the onions.
The onion harvest has been curing in the machine shed for a month. All the bulbs have been laid-out on tarps so that the stalks harden-off and the skins cure.
I maintain a circuit of three trail cameras in my woods. They diligently record the coming and going of critters mostly. Deer, turkey, coyote, fox, raccoon, owls and even a vulture. On rare occasion they'll record the presence of people. After the sun goes down infrared mode kicks-in and the lack of a visible flash will scarcely reveal their presence. In any event I got a curious - and disturbing - photo on one of my silent observers in the forest. A picture of a three-legged deer.
Word around the township whether at the local café, or the ball field in Kolberg or in some of the local watering holes is of a doe with three legs. Not literally three legs - but three functional legs. Sightings have been reported since last winter.
I'm starting my weekend with one of my fabulous top-ten songs. Pancho and Lefty.
This is a 1998 Austin City Limits tribute to Townes Van Zandt and it includes an all-star line-up. Emmylou Harris, Willie Nelson, Lyle Lovett, Guy Clark, Steve Earle, Rodney Crowell, Nanci Griffith, Peter Rowan, Jack Clement and John T. Van Zandt.
I cannot remember a gardening season as terrific as this year's. Plenty of rain has granted me a reprieve from irrigating. The bugs and the critters have been few, The sunshine abundant. And as a consequence the harvest has been stunning. About the only thing that has gone wrong is that my seed-producing pumpkins (the Snack Face Hybrid that was previously so successful) never germinated. Three attempts were unsuccessful. Go figure.
As the nights begin to grow colder things are beginning to wind down. I am hopeful that the broccoli and Brussels sprouts are going to come into their glory as the cold falls upon the landscape. Potatoes await the tines of the pitchfork to be unearthed from their subterranean slumber. And the tomatoes are still pumping-out a prodigious number of fruits - along with the sweet bell peppers.
It's the start of the weekend people.
Kick it off with Paint it Black...
Keep your damn gubmint hands off my healthcare!
I am acquainted with this curmudgeon who has been the beneficiary of Medicare's munificence for a couple of decades. Why he castigates me like this when I'm in his presence is beyond me. I'm not associated with the government. Moreover, no amount of education or cajoling may ever convince my curmudgeon friend that the damn gubmint is his healthcare. Go figure.
It's the start of the weekend people. All good things start on Friday!
Crank-up the volume on your office workstation for the BoDeans...