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.
By now you know that Jill and I spent a couple of weeks in France. Besides being the first two week vacation we've enjoyed in fourteen years it was also a pilgrimage of sorts - most of which I'll save to share another day.
An official-looking envelope from the République Française arrived in the post the other day. The return address even emphasized that famous part about - Liberté, égalité, fraternité.
It has been hypothesized that there are only six degrees of separation between one of us and everyone else that inhabits our fragile satellite in the vast galaxy of the Milky Way.
If you are traveling west-bound on I-90 toward South Dakota - if you take a right turn at Sioux Falls and head north to Brookings at about the 540 mile mark your stomach will probably begin to growl.
One of the problems with being on vacation is trying to figure out where your next meal is coming from.