It's no surprise that a North Texas bedroom community would turn a California fascination into a viable business. After all, California is the American birthplace of dreams, fantasy and personal computer wizardry. Everyone wants to touch its gloss, to be a part of its vanguard, to have a grab at its sunny disposition before its stylish fruits trickle down to Wal-Mart. There's New York, and there's California. In between are clusters of second and third cities housing countless stepchildren with habits and dispositions that fuel bicoastal smugness: "Frisco" cafes, and... More >>>