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.
Today is the one-year anniversary of this blogging experiment.
Can you imagine having gas pains for an entire year?
A total of 110 posts, 402 comments and more than 400,000 page views. One post alone has exceeded 24,000 views.
Not that it means much but at least someone's checking-out this nonsense, eh?
Popular favorites are almost anything that has to do with Hunting/Outdoors, Tosa Trivia or the Mayor.
I am awe-struck that such a singularly eclectic sampling of subject matter could be so popular.
Tosans must have a taste for the blood sports, the arcane and the random mayor in a black pantsuit. Go figure.
If I decide to continue this blog I think I shall endeavor to incorporate all three of these elements into one blog posting.
Maybe something along these lines: Which elected Tosa official knows how to field dress a moose?
If the official answers: Yah sure you betcha, I can do that with my eyes closed; then this person can aspire to be one heartbeat away from being leader of the free world.
If the answer is: Ewww. Gross. That's yucky. Shriek! My nails! Well, their political career would be done. Finis.
You'll have to wait to see if I actually do that and what the correct answer is.
Incidentally, when that other young fella running for leader of the free world world hears moose - do you ever wonder if he thinks this. Scary, eh?
Damn, we got some good choices this election cycle. But I digress.
Anyway, I have a small confession to make. I thought about hanging-up my keyboard and calling it quits a while back. For a spell I really felt like packing it in. Maybe it was the brutal winter and post-election doldrums. Who knows. Furthermore, who cares. The feeling passed. At least for now.
Lately it seems I have more to talk about. I honestly believe all of those song birds, flowers and garden therapy had something to do with it.
So, on one hand this would be a good point to recommit to my pitifully modest, but faithful, collection of readers. On the other hand this would be as good a point as any to stop. A natural dead end in the road. Gas Pains - Kaput!
So - I dunno.
Should I continue?