Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Rigolatte, the Local Crackpot with a song in his heart and a latte on his mind. Known for belting out Opera Tunes while wandering aimlessly up and down Montana Avenue, Rigolatte has long been a fixture at 7th and Montana. This morning he could be found standing in front of Drugtown, across from Our Favorite Starbucks, treating oncoming traffic to what sounded like a particularly emotional rendition of Madame Butterfly. His voice carried halfway to Santa Monica Pier. "At last," I thought, "Now is my chance to get the scoop on this demented songbird." I grabbed my Camera Phone and went in to investigate. Rigolatte saw me approach. I looked at him. He looked at me. And then, faster than you can say Aida, he began gesturing wildly, waving his arms in sync with his music like Pavarotti on Acid. I abandoned my plan to "interview" him. Let's just say his style was far too op-erratic for my taste ...!