A long time ago a friend of mine had ideas of opening a watering hole unlike all the others. Beer would flow from the ceilings and goats would be milked to make the goat cheese appetizers in front of guests. On ten-cent wing nights no napkins would be handed out but only voluptuous mannequins in sweatshirts. This obviously inappropriate bar was to be called, “The Animal Shelter” and be opened in an old church. Only canned beer would be served and the homeless recycling artists would be allowed to collect.