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, ...