Having just returned from a trip to Utah, my brother-in-law brought a 6-pack of Wasatch Brewing’s Polygamy Porter to a big music jam that we held in our backyard. It’s apparently a very dark beer, and uses the catchphrase “Why have just one?” I thought it was kind of unusual (the beer name, I mean), and no, I had not had it nor heard of it before (the beer). Our Pub Cabin Music Jam was publicized via invite over a couple months, and I worked to get local musicians to join us just for some good food, drink, and making music. Over 100 people attended.
One fellow I invited had played mandolin over the years, but said he had really stopped playing, but after a pretty substantial amount of coaxing, said that he would come, but probably not play. At the party, after having been there for half an hour or so, he walked up and said to me that he had been in a pretty dark place for the past few years, and really had pretty much given up on life, but that he appreciated the invitation. In fact, he was so glad that he had come, because there was something about the day that made him feel like he had reached a significant turning point right there, right at our Music Jam. He could feel that life was turning around for him, and he could feel so much positive energy that he felt rejuvenated, uplifted. You know what was stranger? He came to the party wearing a Polygamy Porter t-shirt, and said that he had never been to Wasatch Brewing, but his nephews liked to bring funky t-shirts back from their travels for his collection.
Strange coincidence, or moment of Grace?