This is very much an ox-brag, so if bragging puts you off, go read something else. Ya dun bin warned!
After the.. disaster.. that was Mudfest, there was more than a little concern. The year of the Great Rains and The Big Mud (and low attendance) was also the year of skipped rain insurance. WHOOPS!
In those days I had the Great Job and was “socking it away” fairly well. The Siouxland Renaissance Festival folks had a set of “patron packages” that had a scale of simple but nice goodies as one went up the scale. We ($HOUSEMATE & I) had sprung for the big one since the beginning. This was a $400 thing, when the ticket price was (then well) under $20. The goodies were nice, sure, but it was really about support.
I did NOT know how bad things were. I only knew things were bad. I contacted one of the organizers/founders not long after Mudfest and asked what seemed a simple question. “Can I get a five-year subscription to the top patron package, paid in advance?” The reply came back, “Let me talk to the board.” I had NO IDEA what I had just done.
The board was seriously considering “throwing in the towel” and declaring the Siouxland Renaissance Festival defunct[1]. They were $10,000 in the hole. And I had just casually offered to make 20% of the problem vanish in an instant. ($400 x 5 years = $2000). But it was not just that. It was also, “Someone believes in us!” And with that, they decided they could, maybe, still “fly the airplane.”[2] The reply I got after the meeting was, “Yes, but realize we still might not make it.” My reply was that all investments have risk. I wrote a check.
A few years later, there was some other Issue and $HOUSEMATE wrote a check. The subscription was extended.
And even later… there was an oddity. We were told we HAD to be at the joust.. EARLY. This was…odd. Well, there was a reason. We were “knighted” and inducted into the Order of the Eagle[3]. Normally, Order of the Eagle is awarded to organizations or businesses, not individuals. Since that time, at least one other individual has been awarded Order of the Eagle.
Circumstances have changed, and I’ve told/warned folks that “my hat is all out of rabbits” as it were. But once upon a time, at the critical time… I worked a tiny little Miracle, almost by accident.
[1] I did not learn of this until years later.
[2] “We’re coming in on a wing and a prayer!”
[3] There is also an Order of the Ox (amongst others), which due to quite reasonable rules, I do NOT qualify for.