How times change

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The farming area I was born and raised in had a bus service to the nearest town once every two hours. Our road had a cluster of houses, and everyone knew each other. My first boyfriend lived at the farm opposite us. You get the picture? Sleepyville. A motorway was built half a mile or so across the fields not long before I moved away. That meant even fewer vehicles passed our house. On a recent visit back to the area, we drove past the home where I grew up. Same small cluster of houses. It was easy to imagine the same people living there. But.. hang on...there's a new building at the end of the road. Starbucks! Man, they get everywhere!