When the bus pulled into the Greyhound station at S600W the Edelstein’s slumped out, claimed their meager baggage and looked around for anything familiar, Sam slowly realized that he had to do something and do it quick. Like a vision from above, the sign advertising the Bank of Zion across the parking lot, focused his foggy thoughts. Now he knew where to go but knowing what to do next was still in the mist.
Inside the bank lobby, Selma and her mother sat with the baggage while Sam approached a teller and asked to talk to the manager. A well-dressed, stiff young man came over and introduced himself and invited him into his office. They weren’t able to hear Sam’s conversation with the bank manager but he explained it later as a pleading, whine about needing money to buy a business with living space attached. The manager suggested that they look at his list of distressed properties that the bank was holding and trying to find someone to take a risk, take over a mortgage and start a business again.
One option turned out to be a place on Temple Street with a three-room apartment upstairs that had been a dive bar run by Bulgarian immigrants. They had tried to make a go of it by selling imported beer and wine and offering R & B music groups for entertainment. After a couple of years of operating at a loss the Bulgarians decided to venture out into the import escort business on the side by smuggling in Eastern European and Asian women. When the city officials were unable to benefit directly or by taxation, the City revoked their license and shut them down.
Under the circumstances, like manna from heaven, the place seemed to Sam Edelstein at the time to be a sign and a gift from God.
With the paperwork for the mortgage extension completed and a small short term promissory note for incidentals like furniture, appliances for the apartment and fixtures for the bar, the Edelsteins were able to open the Bar and get a good start on fulfilling the prophecy from the back of the bus.
At the Deseret Store, the Mormon version of Goodwill, Salvation Army and the Knights of Columbus Thrift Stores, they were able get some good used stuff and set up housekeeping in style.
The Dead Sheep Saloon opened for business a week later with a large hand painted Grand Opening under New Management sign on the front window.