Roll Over, Beethoven, there's a new "Moonlight Sonata" in town. It seems that yet another Inebriated Bum has taken up residence in our midst, this time pulling his pants down and settling-in for a nice, long nap by the entry to Our Favorite Parking Lot. In the interest of Full Disclosure, I must give credit to Robin and Genevieve for making the discovery. "This is the third Full Moon we've seen this month," quipped Genevieve, shortly after noticing yet another butt crack smiling at her from the sidewalk. As for me, I guess I've become jaded by all the comings and goings at 7th and Montana. Three Full Moons a month seems normal. Call me when the Werewolves arrive ...!