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.
Hank Williams popularized this song and now it's taken to the next level.
Here I am - underground - west of Highway 45 and somewhere below Wisconsin Lutheran College's practice field. This tunnel is as big as a subway tube. It is soaking wet with sucking goo everywhere and noisy. It stinks a bit of diesel too. But I'm used to that.
Last week I cozied-up to warming glow of my laptop and while enjoying a Guinness composed a perfectly good St. Patrick's Day post that was all set for publication this morning.
Evidence of that fact is was the appearance of the first Red-winged Blackbird a few days ago.