Until Carson City put me in touch with Tommy, that name called to mind a Rudyard Kipling poem and a Peter Townshend rock opera.
Those cultural icons of the past century don't come close to upstaging Tommy Hughes, a Carson City culture vulture and wine aficianado who knows what he likes and doesn't blush while he gets it.
Tommy, perhaps 19 going on 76, prefers looking at good art rather than bad television.
He's a self-styled reclusive contemplative who gets out occasionally to wear his extroversion on his sleeve. He reads books at home, but hits the town to collect …