04/18/2026
For the 7th time now, my April 18th is filled with bluegrass music, reminiscing, laughing, a little crying (or a lot), and a Miller Lite. What started as a Schwartz morphed into 220lbs of Epiphany Pilsner malt, 15lbs of C-10, 10lbs of Carapils, and 20oz of El Dorado hops; the homage to a memory of the man who shaped everything you know about me, including my name.
B**r tells a story, and I’m happy to continue to keep it non-fiction. Sometimes what we do is irreverent and sometimes true to form - but what it always is, is honest. The story of my plane flying, NASA-working, scratch golfing, entrepreneur-int, auctioneering, banjo playing, Harley riding, car loving, one room school to Harvard Grandfather sounds improbable, like everything else we’ve done, but I swear every word isn’t even minorly embellished — even for the man who sad “never ruin a good story by sticking to the truth”. It is one of my great pleasures in life to brew for you, and to present this zymergical ode for its 7th time.
Ed will be on tap in a few months. See you soon. - Zac
