Tom

It’s a far cry from where I was born or what my mother expected— she expected no good at all. But here I’ve made something of myself. I had to; otherwise, this is a punishing place, not a place for a drunkard or a lazy man. Here you have to put on many hats— pub owner, entertainer, trapper, father. If it weren’t for the furs there’d be no beer. Everything depends on getting up every morning in the cold putting on your pants, and starting the fire.