Sirens were blaring at 7th and Montana this morning as an ambulance pulled up to the red zone in front of Our Favorite Starbucks and the driver, a young man in his mid-twenties (pictured below), ran inside. I followed suit, intent on getting a handle on the emergency. "What seems to be the problem?," I asked, authoritatively. "Nothing," he replied, "I'm just getting a cup of coffee." "I see," I said, quickly glancing at the promotional literature on display behind him, "Might I suggest the Iced Caffe Mocha? I hear it's 'made with 100 percent love for real coffee!'" He was about to respond when we were interrupted by a Frantic Young Woman in her early thirties. "Are you on your way to respond to a call on 6th Street?," she asked. "Why, yes," replied the driver. "That's my house," she said, "I called for my husband, but don't rush. We're not ready for you yet!" That's what I love about 7th and Montana: Everyone has their priorities straight ...!