I think we're seeing another wave of that. A hundred years ago there were little towns scattered all over the place--so everyone could be within a horse and wagon ride of what they needed. Then the car came along, and many of those towns are now only historical placards and abandoned barns. Now we have people in towns my size going twelve miles to a town ten times bigger, while the people in those towns travel to Fort Wayne, half an hour or more away--to get the same stuff they could get in their towns. The result: town of a few thousand or smaller are struggling, unless they happen to be near a major highway--and sometimes then.

Forget the new flavors! Ick. Oddly, the first time I ever heard the word scones was from a British actor, but maybe he was just reading the line for American audiences. They sound better than pasties ... because here in America there's a thing called a pasty, which is used to conceal the nipples on exotic dancers. You don't want to mix those up!