My brother’s brewery has a beer called Tres Corazones. Three hearts. It’s a play on Two Hearted Ale, the IPA out of Bell’s Brewery. Every time I go to Holdrege I hope they have Tres on tap and it’s the first thing I ask for when I put my suitcase down.
My whole family lives in Holdrege. My parents, my siblings, their spouses and their kids. I love them all. I am Uncle Scott, and every time I see them they are older but they always treat me the same, loving way.
We grew up north of Detroit before they all moved to Nebraska for work. When they moved away I moved to Detroit where I had friends. All of my best friends live in Detroit. I love them all. Many of them write and play music and they do it in a world class way, but all of them laugh easily and if you ask them a favor they will help you. It is the laughing and the helping that makes a Detroiter.
I had been living in Detroit for seven years when I met someone online. Julia lives in Buenos Aires and I went to see her last winter and this spring and I am moving there in August. She is incredibly strong and electric and she has shown countless times how she cares about me. I love her. We are getting married.
To love so many different people in different places who believe different things and speak different languages is not difficult. In fact, it happened to me without my choosing the arrangement. I keep myself open and I look at people the way I would want them to see me, but as they are, not as I am. This transforms my life constantly.
I’ve never been one for travel. I could stay in my home for years and be just fine. Whenever I am on the move, it is because I love someone.
I have three hearts in this world. I am always breaking one to be with the other. It’s the kind of lifestyle that begs for a beer, and it might as well be Tres Corazones.