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 August. And the start of the weekend.
Time for a cool tune from The Stones covered by Social Distortion...
I have a suspicion that the Tosa Food Pantry is going to be the beneficiary of some surplus garden produce this week. It has been a busy harvest so far.
Broccoli, pole beans, cabbages,cucumbers, tomatoes, sweet peppers, beets and spinach.
It's the start of the weekend! Nothing better than beginning it with three beautiful ladies with beautiful voices...
Last Saturday I was rearranging the dirty dishes that my pal Lawyer had loaded into the dishwasher. Everyone knows that you cannot just lay your plates in the bottom rack so that they all lay against one another. Plates that are laid cattywumpus are not going to be clean after the wash cycle.
So I lined them-up in an upright, orderly and tidy fashion. After which Lawyer informed me:
I first became acquainted with my pal Lawyer more than two and a half decades ago when we were neighbors on 71st Street. He's an OK guy for a lawyer. And not a middling lawyer either. I was issued a speeding citation a few years ago and...Voilà! He turned it into a faulty right turn signal.