Despite the layer of snow that had fallen during the night, a bright country crisp sunlight peaked from behind the clouds. I had failed to draw the curtains tight enough and the sun beamed straight to my eyeline. It wasn’t the alarm I had been expecting, but there was an air about the day that was already more exciting than the day before it. The accommodations at the town’s only motel, aptly named the Relax ‘N Dream, were mysteriously comforting. Still clad in my pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I slipped on my Cons and my favorite hoodie to make my way to the lobby for the motels complimentary breakfast. As I opened the lobby door, I was welcomed by the comforting smell of sizzling bacon. The small spread was stocked with the usual continental items, but upon closer inspection, it appeared someone had a deep affection for apples. Two large bowls housed a variety of green and red apples: Granny Smith, Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Fuji, G...
Sometimes, life leads you in the most unsuspecting places. I wasn’t sure how I had ended up so far away from home. I was lost in a spiritual sense. In a physical sense, I was freezing. It was bone-chillingly cold. The clouds hung gray in the sky. You could tell that snow was inevitable. A flashing neon sign in the window caught my attention. It looked warm and inviting from the outside. As I crossed Green Avenue and made a slight left onto Beethoven, I noticed a small help wanted sign posted just beneath the flashing insignia. It was the first glimmer of hope I had since I arrived in this town. From the outside, it looked like an old romantic pub. Despite the wilted leaves that hung from the nearby trees, the small bar sat on a fresh patch of green grass. I hesitated for a minute as I opened the door and stepped inside. You know that magical moment when Dorothy enters the land of Oz and everything turns to color? Now, ...