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.
A couple of weekends ago I was sorting through all manner of stuff I've collected over the years. I like to think of it as my self-treatment plan of my pack rat syndrome. I was determined to finally stow it away properly. Things from the years in Germany in one trunk. Boy Scout and Camp St. Michael stuff in another. Brewers stuff and Packer's stuff in their own bins.
Why is it that we save all of the routine, the collectible and arcane?
My hypothesis is that it is to support the next generation of second-hand fairs and antique stores.
This is our children's inheritance.
Funny thing - while going through the Brewers artifacts I came across a Budweiser painter's cap from a Liquid Johnny's Worlds Largest Tailgate Party. This archaeological artifact dated from only the early 80's but it struck me like it was from a million years ago.
If my recollection is correct one of the earliest of Johnny's tailgate parties featured this band playing on a flatbed trailer.
I saw them again at the Farm Aid concert last year.
Funny how things come full circle.
Gotta love those BoDeans...