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.
Mayor Jill Didier is resigning to take a position with Milwaukee County. As I reflect upon this news I'm feeling a bit wistful. Kind of like someone has deprived the blog of the perfect foil. I'm sure that some of you may find this strange but I already miss the mayor. And she hasn't even left yet. Cripes.
Any of you regular readers know that the mayor and I had a rocky start to our relationship. Yup, she launched her candidacy just about the same time I launched Gas Pains. Sure, I know the mayor claims she is always way too busy to read my blog although I suspect she sneaks a surreptitious peek from time-to-time. I am the first to admit that she has been a real sport over the last three or so years as I've given her a tweak or two on matters over at The Palace. Here's an inside tidbit. Whenever I've had the opportunity to visit in person Madam Mayor might sometimes (but not always) poke me in the eye too. She can dish it as well as take it. To her credit she's been generous of her time in talking about things that interest or concern me. One time she told me that she allowed me more face time than some of the other subjects in the kingdom.
Turn-up the volume for a toe-tapping, rockabilly tune from Jon Allen...
Took the last part of the week off and headed north to do some late season deer hunting. New Guy, Brau and Timothy Leary are here at camp. The blonde dog too. There's a crock pot of venison stroganoff bubbling on the counter top, a fire in the wood burner, everyone has showered and the cocktail hour joking has commenced. One last stab at another deer tomorrow morning. It's the last hurrah before surgery.
We've a pack of coyotes yipping and howling around here lately. Found some of their scat only a football throw from the house. It's gotten Sister all spooked. When the sun sets her switch gets flipped to hyper-vigilant mode.
I showed-up for my total hip replacement procedure on Monday - early AM. They had me on my feet by Tuesday. Walking and doing stairs on Wednesday. And today - after I demonstrated my proficiency in being left to myself to navigate simple matters of transferring, toileting, bathing, dressing, grooming and feeding - I was sprung loose late morning.
Doc, my right leg keeps wanting to swing out to the right. Every time I pull it back to straight - whoops - out it goes. What gives?
Your right leg was shorter than your left (surgeon holds holds his fingers apart about a quarter inch - give or take) so when I installed your device I took the opportunity to lengthen your leg. Both of your legs match in length now. Your muscles don't know that yet but they'll eventually stretch and remember where they belong.
A few years ago when the staff here at the blog decided to introduce a live musical recording on pretty regular basis this video was included.
This is the first time a video has repeated here.
Another year of blogging is over the keyboard and it is useful to look back and ask - Was it all worth it?
I think that on balance it was. To be honest there were some days I thought to myself - What the heck are you doing this for, Tom? This should be fun and not drudgery. You have a family and a day job. Plus you have other interests you know. In the final analysis I'd like to think that the old blog is a healthy outlet for releasing some of my excess impulsivity and hyperactive tendencies and apparently there is a following. Here is what The Mothership has to say: Gas Pains is 7th overall out of more than 200 NOW blogs that have received page views in 2011.
It's the start of the weekend folks. Crank the volume on that PC for the Lady Killer - Cee Lo Green!