My hometown is getting its fifth Starbucks.
I like Starbucks. My teenage daughter is delighted that it is within walking distance.
But this Starbucks feels wrong to me.

Because Starbucks was willing to pay a higher rent, the mall management company chose not to renew the contract for its previoius resident, my vet.

I really liked my vet, Dr. Moore. Not only was she conveniently located, she was a good businesswoman. She was kind and generous.

My children's first kitten, adopted to help with our sorrow over the divorce, was put to sleep in that space. Mojo Jojo had a congential neurological defect that was worsening. It seemed the kind choice for him, even though he was still just a kitten.

And now people will be drinking carmel machiattos, frappachinos, and double shot espressos there. It just doesn't seem right. How much coffee does this town need? And will it still smell like a vet's office in there?