Last night at the studio, a person I really only know because of craft beer stopped by with a bag full of infant clothes — hand-me-downs from his 8-week-old twin boys (they grow fast). We took a moment to share a beer, and talk about how bizarre, disastrous, and ultimately wonderful everything will be after my own son, Leo, arrives in the next few weeks. These were edifying words. And I think I'll remember the taste of that Goose Island Halia forever because of it. Thanks, Mike.