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.
It is Summerfest time.
It has been perhaps four or five years since my last opportunity to fest with the best. In an earlier life Summerfest was a routine that involved the purchase of a pass. I got to thinking the other day of when Jill and I were courting.
We met-up with Cousin and his girlfriend and did the Fest.
It was a weird evening. It involved a sighting of David Byrne, some MPD shenanigans (followed by a detective interview later in the week) and a rain-out. After which we all ended-up at Cousin's east side place to dry out.
During which he revealed a real vinyl album of this duo who I have followed ever since...