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.
Next month brings the spring turkey hunting season. And the truth of the matter is that I've been more than a little concerned about these big birds over the last few months. With deep snows and brutally cold weather as I was scouting I wasn't seeing any birds at all. Thoughts turned to all sorts of bad scenarios. Was it possible that there were starving, frozen and dying birds? For sure this was a possibility in the northernmost reaches of Wisconsin. As it turns-out northeastern Wisconsin was another matter. All of a sudden - poof! The birds were back.
Some of you already know that I've been chilling-out up north with a couple of girls. My four-legged girls. It's been a bonus sort of weekend filled with getting caught-up on some day job stuff, daily walks off-lead in the woods, sitting by the woodburner and gorging on Netflix after dark.
I’ve only recently returned from nine days in France - almost exclusively Paris - and would like to share some impressions. Mind you these are subjective impressions. They are filtered through my own eyes and my own lifetime of travel - here and abroad.