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.
Most everyone knows that I harbor a number of spiritual and supernatural beliefs - mostly surrounding hunting and fishing. Not that I wear any faith on my sleeve or am superstitious or anything.
If you are reading this today consider yourself fortunate. That is because following another spin on its axis a glorious new day on this planet has begun. It is a bonus day and personally-speaking I'm enjoying it with waggy-tailed Labs, a big cuppa joe and the newspaper.
St. Bernard's reminds everyone of one of the traditions of the Catholic faith - namely the remembrance of the dead this time of year.
In the Catholic tradition of the Christian faith any number of feast days are celebrated throughout the year.
Last week I cozied-up to warming glow of my laptop and while enjoying a Guinness composed a perfectly good St. Patrick's Day post that was all set for publication this morning.
Many, many years ago when my wife and I were first courting I had occasion to attend her nephew's confirmation at a local Lutheran Church.
While out on my bicycle I stumbled across this curious ode to religious expression-