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.
Finally got hammered with a hard frost the other evening. The tomatoes are kaput.
It's the start of your weekend ladies. And even though the man is solitary try to be less stoic. And please don't be so deadpan and pick at your eyes.
Early Neil Diamond....
I have been feeling a bit lowly lately. Cranky too.
Right hip osteoarthritis with findings which should be correlated with the clinical scenario of cam-type femoroacetabular impingment.
I might have posted a variation of this a year or more ago. But you cannot get too much John Fogerty...
The closing chapter on this year's garden.
The onions have been drying in the machine shed for a month. Yesterday was a perfect day to knock the outer layer of dried skin-off and snip the whithered stems. It was blowing like a gale and the wind carried all of the detritus away.
Life is complicated when you have a wife and a couple of girlfriends.
Ooooh baby. If you like funky blues-rock, dust-off your dancing shoes and crank-up the volume on your office workstation.
Begin your weekend with Jim Jones Revue...
Monday evening found Jill and I at the Balboa Theater in the Gas Lamp District of San Diego to catch the closing performance of KD Lang's North American Tour.
St. Bernard's reminds everyone of one of the traditions of the Catholic faith - namely the remembrance of the dead this time of year.
The history of this tradition is closely connected to the indigenous people that occupied Mexico long ago. They observed the month-long pagan ritual celebrating death and rebirth during the ninth month of the Aztec solar calendar.