Tom Brewster

Tom Brewster was born and raised in mid America at its best, the State of Missouri, to a third generation of loggers and parents of ten children. He could be considered the middle child if you count by five. He learned life lessons on the boot heels of Pop who spoke little, and Mom, a woman far wiser than her education and background, and big brother Glen with more than a fair amount of humor. He left home when it dawned on him that we were the family that charitable organizations would deliver...See more

Tom Brewster was born and raised in mid America at its best, the State of Missouri, to a third generation of loggers and parents of ten children. He could be considered the middle child if you count by five. He learned life lessons on the boot heels of Pop who spoke little, and Mom, a woman far wiser than her education and background, and big brother Glen with more than a fair amount of humor. He left home when it dawned on him that we were the family that charitable organizations would deliver Christmas boxes to only to be thrown off the porch with a mixture of pride and frustrated anger. Some of his early homes included an abandoned houseboat, a deserted dance hall, and for a few days a tree house so that he wouldn't miss work at the sawmill just up the road. Finally, Uncle Sam firmly invited him to become a soldier. He courted his wife on foot, in worn combat boots before deciding to get a real job when she agreed to marry him. He attended local and community colleges and found a home at the Lincoln, Illinois Police Department. He developed a kinship to the brilliantly quirky State's Attorney and worked as his investigator after leaving the police force. Always preferring to be his own boss, he finally found his niche as a state-licensed private investigator. His biggest accomplishments, however, remain his children, Alison and Ryan, and their children and hopefully generations to come who will enjoy this read, The Hung Jury. See less