By Ashley Lodato

A standing-room-only crowd gave a warm welcome to the Twisp-raised musician Saint Claire (you probably know him as young John Sinclair) and the other two members of his trio (Dave Takahashi and Brooke Lizotte), as they played at the Sixknot Taphouse’s grand opening on Saturday night. Saint Claire graduated from Liberty Bell just four years ago, but in that short time he has gone on to make quite a bit of a name for himself in the Seattle music scene, collaborating with artists like Raz Simone, Sam Lachow, and Macklemore.

The taphouse was packed but the crowd was convivial and multi-generational, with ages ranging from elementary school through great-grandparents. The teens were certainly present to see Saint Claire, but others were there to support the fruition of John and Beth’s vision of a Winthrop cider tasting room and pub, complete with 42 taps serving cider, beer, wine, coffee, root beer and kombucha. Congratulations, Sinclair family, on a fun addition to Winthrop’s downtown scene.

Several people have remarked on last week’s column (things from your past that come back to haunt or delight you); it apparently happens all the time.

Danica Ready, for example, recently celebrated a mid-40s birthday and received a recycled birthday card from an old elementary school friend, Kirsten. The card was one that Danica had given Kirsten something like 32 years prior, as they were on the verge of entering junior high. “Leota Junior High, here we come!” Danica had written. For Danica’s 45th, Kirsten had added below Danica’s original inscription “Middle life, here we come!” and mailed her the card. How’s that for biding your time and waiting for a golden opportunity?

On the opposite end of the saving-useful-things spectrum, I was recently ripping pages off graduate school textbooks to prepare them for recycling when I ran across an inscription on the end page of one of them. Written in 1994 by a former colleague at a boarding school I taught at, it read, “One of those oh-so-useful texts that can be promptly dumped immediately after grad school.” Well, Theresa, it only took me 23 years, but I finally dumped (recycled) it.

In closing, please consider this quintessential Methow Valley moment. The other day I had in the trunk of my car a case of plums and a case of shotgun shells. Brooke Lucy happened to glance in and see the two boxes and remarked wryly, “The currency of the Methow Valley.” Indeed.

PREVIOUSLY, IN WINTHROP

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