Around nine one evening two young men walked in and bellied up to the bar. "Two Guinesses" one fellow demanded. As Steve served the beer he noticed how the men looked tired and distant. Steve asked them where they were from. The younger of the two loudly bellowed, "Vancouver." Steve just nodded. The men took their drinks and sat at a table near the stage.

A few minutes later another stranger walked into Steve's bar. This gentleman had long blonde hair and carried himself quite professionally. He sat down at the bar and contemplated what to order. He looked around and saw the two patrons drinking Guiness. So he decided he would order a Guiness too and go strike up a conversation with his fellow Irish beer lovers.

A half hour had passed when a fourth stranger entered Steve's life. This man looked lost and confused. Almost like he had been taken to the ends of the earth and back, or perhaps, as if he had just spent two weeks oiling up Hawaiian Tropic supermodels. Steve asked the man if he could help, and the dazed face could only mutter the word, "Sligo." Steve realizing that Sligo was a county in Ireland decided to give the man a Guiness and send him over to converse with the other three Guiness drinkers.

Nearly an hour had gone by when the door opened to "The Hot Shop" and in walked a brut of a man. Steve thought perhaps he had come to apply for the bouncer position. The man walked to the bar and contemplated an order. Steve's new patron stated, "I don't really know why I am here, but I had an overwhelming craving for a....Guiness, and you are the only bar along this road." Steve thought to himself that a strange almost mystical evening was unfolding before him. He opened the beer and handed it to the man. Steve realizing this man was alone pointed at a table of four and stated that they all had ordered Guiness too. The man, without saying a word, walked from the bar and sat down at the table with the other gentlemen.

It was nearly one-thirty in the morning when a scruffy lad stumbled through the door of "The Hot Shop". The young man walked toward the bar, but suddenly stopped and knelt down to pick something up. Steve couldn't see what the fellow had grabbed until he dorpped it on the counter top. It was a handful of beer nuts and popcorn. Steve asked if he could get a drink for his new patron. The dirty looking lad eyed Steve and mumbled a question to himself, "What would Isaac drink?" Suddenly he glared up and confidently asked for a Guiness. Steve delivered the drink as ordered and made the comment that five other fellows had been drinking that kind of beer all night. The unkept man nodded and said, "Yep." He then made his way over the the table of five and sat down.

It was closing time and Steve walked over to the table of strangers he had met for the first time that night. He stated that it was closing time, but the group didn't move. They just looked at each other for a moment and then at Steve. One of the men pulled a chair over from a nearby table and asked Steve to sit down. He asked in a soft voice, "We're gonna change the world.....wanna be part of it?" Steve looked at the men, nodded and knew right then that something big had been born right there in his club....in the heart of downtown Cedar Rapids, Iowa.