I am one of those people who wants to do everything myself. I have an idea and a one track way of getting that locomotive to the next station. I’m not a know-it-all by any means. It’s just easier to do things myself rather than try to explain what I’m looking for and invariably be disappointed when that train derails. This may make me sound like a textbook control freak but, honestly, I like things done correctly… in an orderly fashion, on time and on budget! I come by it honestly. My Mother is the same way and my sister doesn’t fall too far from the perfectionist tree either. In fact, growing up, I recall her obsession with ironing her sheets before making her bed. Striving for this high level of perfectionism served me well for years but lately I’ve been second guessing myself. Maybe it’s because I have too much on my plate and I’m realizing I can’t do it all or maybe I’ve discovered there is something more menacing lurking in my personal tactics. I realize now that this “do it myself behavior” is nothing but a result of fear… fear of failure. Fear of what I might come face to face with if I stopped doing and listened for just a moment.
In the last year, I’ve had two back surgeries with the possibility of a third one lingering on the horizon. I wasn’t at all surprised when my doctor told me I have degenerative bone and disk disease – actually it’s a genetic gift from my Mother’s side of the family, something I’ve feared for years. Simple things like grabbing a gallon of milk from the refrigerator can throw my back out of commission for days. It’s hard to function as a control freak when you are laid up in bed. Then, as if out of nowhere, a voice in my head spoke loudly and clearly, “Ask for help!” For the first time in years, my eyes and ears opened to the people surrounding me and clarity rushed in like a raging river in spring. I realized I was trying so hard to control and hold on to so many things that I didn’t have the energy to enjoy the parts of my life that I love. And you know what else? People come to life and really go after it when I take a step back and give them space and encouragement. It’s a tough pill to swallow but, letting go of things I’m not meant to hold on to has allowed me to enjoy the things I was truly meant to do.

Photo by Cindy Cieluch
I no longer run the locomotive. In fact, I now realize there are many tracks leading to the station and others are quite capable of getting their
train in on time. It’s hard to describe the confidence that comes with letting go and finding joy in being a small piece of a big puzzle… and really, that’s all I need!
This issue of SignatureMT showcases a handful of confident people forging paths of passion, while some look back admiringly at the paths they have forged, all of course, surrounded by people of encouragement, strength and integrity. Enjoy this summer season and may you too find the confidence to explore the things you are most passionate about.



Temperature fluctuations from extreme cold to extreme hot will wreak havoc on your beer. The best to store are the dark bottles. Clear and green bottles allow in significantly more UV light than the brown but, they can still be stored, just keep them in a closed up box. The higher alcohol and darker beers will store or lay down better than the lighter brews. I just opened some 2005 Big Foot Barley Wine that clocks in at 9.9% and it is wonderful! And, always store beer upright. Yeast is critical to beer, but the sediment it leaves behind has a way of ruining the flavor. Keeping them upright allows the yeast sediment to settle at the bottom of the beer.
Decades ago, when I began storing beer, I just stacked it in a corner on the floor. The light was hitting it at various times of the day and the temperature was up and down like a yoyo. I smartened up a bit and moved it into boxes and stored them on the floor of a closet. This worked much better as the temperature was fairly even and no natural light got to it. The only problem… I ran out of room. I patiently waited until the kids were out of the house and sweet talked my bride into half of a spare bedroom. I worked my way up to three quarters and eventually, I got the whole room. I’ve since placed a room darkening shade on the window complete with a nice beer themed inner shade for a touch of character. The in-room air conditioner runs
24/7 365 days a year and maintains a 55 to 65F range. It has one low watt single bulb and a door draft dodger on the outside. I recently discovered the COOLBOT. This device allows most air conditioners to go lower than the set temperatures but only works on a select few. A new AC unit is on the wish list.
My next step is to move the beer room/brewery into a shed in the back yard as my bride would like the bedroom back. All I lack is time and money, no problem right?
I guess it is time to go, oh look, I just found a 2007 Alaskan Smoked Porter, Dear God, I love this room!
– CHEERS, Beer Man 