It's that time of year at 7th and Montana where there's something special in the air, an almost infectious, magical feeling that unites us all. That's why it was no surprise today when a Mysterious Newcomer -- known only as "Sally Streptococcus" -- made the scene, coughing and wheezing her way to the table next to mine. "Good Lord," groaned Joyce, as she retreated into her vest for safety. Happy Holidays, folks. I guess this is what they mean when they say it's better to give than to receive. Tomorrow, I'll bring Surgical Masks for Everyone ...!