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.
Let it be known that nobody has ever returned from deer camp, a South Dakota pheasant hunt or fish camp hungry. While the cast of characters may vary - one thing is certain - we're going to stack-up the deer, clobber the pheasants and limit-out on fish.
One of the refreshing breaths of fresh air during the 1970s cultural wasteland of disco muzak was the introduction of country rock. Poco. The Eagles, Pure Prairie League. And others. It endures.
My earliest memory of fishing was getting up in the dark with my dad and picking-up grandpa and driving all the way to Port Washington to sit along the break wall with cane poles to catch perch. Sometimes the fishing was good. Sometimes not so good. Whether or not it was good or not so good a stop was made at Smith Brothers for smoked chubs for grandma.
It's the start of the weekend people and time to bring to a close a week of Memorial Day remembrance. Take a moment to remember those who have given all in their service in our armed forces.
June 25, 1944 - The plan for the breakout from the mud and misery of the hedgerow country called for a massive aerial bombardment of a narrow sector west of the battered town of Saint-Lô. With more than 3000 planes this would be largest, concentrated bombing attempt in history. Ninth Division troops - including Howard's unit - had retreated from their forward positions to a bomb-safety line. Shortly before 10 AM the bombardment commenced. Middle-weight fighter bombers were followed by heavy bombers - carpet bombing an area 6000 yards wide along the Saint-Lô–Periers road.