Another Happy-go-Lucky Goofball joined the crowd at 7th and Montana today, cracking jokes and giving new meaning to the term "August Presence" with his heavy down vest and hooded sweatshirt in 75-degree heat. "Good morning," I cried in an obvious effort to distract him long enough to get a candid photo. "Why Good Morning," he replied. "Are you on your way to Church?" He went on to explain that my "clean cut" appearance could only mean one thing: I was heading to Church. As one observer put it, "He's really full of crap, isn't he?" Indeed, perhaps he's another case for Dr. Natalie, who discovered this week that some locals show up again and again to the Emergency Room to be "Dis-Impacted," meaning -- as I understand it -- that a Doctor removes the crap from them "piece by piece." I guess it's true what they say, "With friends like Natalie, you don't need Enemas ...!"