Yes, that's right - a Starbucks started to rear its familiar building blocks just a few months ago. We shook our heads - who in the heck would put a Starbucks in - in the middle of nowhere. The town they selected couldn't even maintain a Wendy's. The Sizzlin' Sirloin is going strong only because it's an all-you-can-eat sort of place. (We worry a bit about our Chili's, too.)

But, the franchisee (whoever that was) forged ahead. The building was oh-so-pretty, with a reminder of our city days. Mind you, we had never sprung for any of the chi-chi stuff. After all, we were still messing with perfecting the crema on our home espresso machine and buying the perfect grind at our favorite boutique shop.

As anyone in their right mind (non chi-chi coffee fogged brain) might imagine, the day came. After months of construction, the grand opening, and a few weeks in business, there it was. The sign in front: For Sale. Windows were papered over and that was that.

Some things just don't belong in the middle-of-nowhere.