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.
Unlike some of you I don't mind all of the snow and cold. I like being outside in winter. I remember going winter camping for the first time with my wife. We were sitting around the campfire at night and a duck flew-in and landed next to us. I'm not making this up. There we sat; Jill, me and the mallard. But that's an altogether different story.
It is November and believe it or not one of the last crops harvested was a late season planting of radishes.
One of my fondest memories from childhood is of the big family garden behind our garage.
The garden has recovered nicely and fresh veggies are rolling in the door and finding their way to the table and freezer.
The replacement tomato plants added following the post-Memorial Day frosts are doing well. We have blossoms and some green tomatoes on the larger plants that survived.
Garden was planted on May 23-24 and stuff is growing. Well, sort-of. Until last Sunday.