Warning: If you're one of the estimated 3 million Americans suffering from Tree Nut allergies, you'd best steer clear of 7th and Montana for a while. There's a new Tree Nut in town and something tells me he means business. He can be found most days at the corner of Ocean and San Vicente, dangling from an Australian Bottle Tree. He doesn't climb. He doesn't do chin-ups. He just hangs there, suspended in mid-air, like a semi-catatonic Tarzan. "Hmmm," I thought to myself when I saw him yesterday, "Is he blogworthy? Afterall, I don't want to give anyone the impression that our neighborhood is Chock Full O'Nuts." Then again, human interest stories like this don't exactly grow on trees. I guess it's like the good people at Peter Paul always say: "Sometimes you feel like a Nut, sometimes you don't ...!"