Every morning in this small town where there is no designated place anymore to have breakfast an innocent wanderer can find herself invited in the coffeehouse. it is a straw house with a domed ceiling. Strangers passing by and locals are invited in for lively conversation and a tad of gossip. Fresh coffee is brewed, one or the other will bring home made cinnamon rolls, banana nut bread or lemon bread may be your wake up treat. the lady of the house makes cookies: chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, lemon, cinnamon, cake you name it. It is not the food, not the coffee. It is the sense of shared community by very different people, holding far flung ideas which differ wildly.