
"Do you know Miriam’s the coffee shop on Lighthouse?" cookbook author, new mom and Weekly food writer Pat Tanimurhardja wrote. "Do you know what’s up with her? She’s my go-to barista for the best lattes on the Peninsula but she’s been closed for more than a week.
"No note, no word. Any idea?"
This was forboding news. Miriam represented a lot of awesome elements—the rare young female entrepreneur, a stylish and charismatic cat who cared deeply about the provenance of her products, who leveraged maximum fun from her shoebox-size spot by hosting art exhibits and even DJ music, a community member completely woven into the fabric of Lighthouse Avenue, a relentless supporter of good local indie music and a regular presence at indigenous cultural events.

I showed her the e-mail. I felt the wind of the Information Superhighway beneath my wings.
She told me she was over the crazy dawn-to-dusk-and-beyond hours and the burden of making it work week in and week out, that she was cashing out and taking a part-time gig at Whole Foods in Monterey. I sensed a lil' need for normalcy. And contentment.
In the space, she says, the new owners are planning a hot dog shop.
I heart hot dogs. But I can't say I'm quite as excited as I might be otherwise.