Mean Old Tom
I think it was the summer of ’76, I was 5 years old, and my Uncle Tom came to paint our house. It was in the tiny town of Louisiana, Missouri, on the mighty Mississippi River, where he would take me to troll the roadside ditches to gather one man’s junk (beer cans). In honor of his magnificent treasure (his beer can collection) and his spirit for fast cars, tough motorcycles and mean smiles, we bring you Mean Old Tom.
|VANILLA, COFFEE AND ROASTED CEREAL WITH DARK CHOCOLATE AND A SILKY MOUTHFEEL||U.S. MAGNUM, CENTENNIAL||AMERICAN 2-ROW, CHOCOLATE, ROASTED BARLEY, MIDNIGHT WHEAT, CARAMEL 40L, FLAKED OATS|