I live in Middle of Nowhere, Great Plains, aka, northwestern South Dakota. Not much changes in my static little world, but when something new emerges from the monotony. I take notice, as in the case of the sign, I saw about three years ago. It promised a diner serving the best pie, for miles around, a tiny beacon of hope. A taste of something different in this cornfield, a break from the endless sea of fields. So I'll drive down that dusty road, just to try a slice of that pie.