John Cornetta is shutting down his Love Shack in Johns Creek. While I’m sure that the silent powers of Johns Creek will quietly trumpet Cornetta’s departure as a victory of decency over indecency, I’m guessing that the man has simply over-extended his empire. After all, it was only last year that he was giving thought to expanding in the food service industry. I never heard of any ground broken locally where that enterprise was concerned, but it always seemed an ill-thought choice to expand one’s material retail concerns into the business of feeding people.

The thing is, two years into Cornetta’s oh-so-sinful presence in Johns Creek, I never give his shop a second thought. Nor does anyone else, I’m sure. It just fades into the general offerings found up and down States Bridge Road. There’s a Chick-Fil-A. Here’s a McDonald’s. A Quik Trip. In fact, if James hadn’t given us a heads-up this afternoon, Cornetta’s departure would’ve gone absolutely unnoticed.

After so much outrage and organized opposition at the shop’s outset, maybe one of the original band of righteous warriors will break out an old protest poster. Then he can stand in the parking lot and watch smugly while Cornetta’s van pulls slowly away. “See ya around, sinner,” he’ll mutter. Maybe he’ll shake a fist wanly. And once the naughty van is just out of sight, he can celebrate by stepping into the establishment next door and purchasing a four-pack of Bartles & Jaymes.