Meet Storm Bradt! A Port Huron native, he’s been working at the Raven since August 2014. Initially hired as a cook, he missed working with the public after his experience working as a jailer at Michigan’s Annual Renaissance Festival – fear not, he’s retired his stockade apparatus and now attentively takes orders and delivers libations and fare to Raven patrons.
When he’s not rocking the floor as a competent and friendly server, he’s auditing history classes as research for books he’s writing. He’s currently working with a friend on a children’s book about the unlikeliest of friendships.
Storm’s colorful history includes growing up in what his friends called the “Bat House”, a gray house with black trim that sported the form of actual bat houses on its façade, along with gargoyles. As you can imagine, he fits right into our macabre little family here at the Raven.
It’s not all darkness and flying mammals, though. Storm spent two years traveling around the west as a farm hand. He’s been as far north as Portland and as far south as the Baja Peninsula, where he spent a month living on the beach. While there, he experienced bioluminescent algae in bloom, and the experience was nothing less than magical. He lamented that at his age he should have more such experiences under his belt. He hopes to go on an extreme journey to a teahouse at the peak of Mt. Huashan in China, where patrons must climb the heavenly stairs at the base of the mountain only to traverse a treacherous planked ledge, with only a chain securing them to the side of the mountain. The teahouse is Taoist temple which rests at the top of the southern peak, with an altitude of 7,087 feet.
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