So this is Diedbuck's (thank you, Karen Duffy Walker Gindick, for coining the name) the third Starbucks in our little burg. Built from the bones of the late lamented Diedrich's coffee, the new place looks kind of the same. Same layout, sort of. Similar couches, homegrown art on the walls. Already the old crowd is drifting back, pulling chairs around the tiny tables to talk real estate and market shares, the Dodgers and city hall. Reassuring, somehow.