The Unthinkable happened at 7th and Montana this morning: I forgot my Spycam. Yes, it's true. I was in such a rush to get out the door this morning that -- for the first time ever -- I left my Spycam at home. "Oh well," I thought, "I'm just running in and out of Starbucks for a minute. What are the chances I'll miss a photo opp?" That's when I came face-to-face with Mr. Moobs, an Eccentric Exhibitionist (pictured above) who was sitting at the bus stop on 7th Street, quietly undressing himself. "Quick," I said, pressing Kathy into service, "Can you get a shot of that?" She was happy to oblige, but a bit reluctant to move-in for a close-up. I must say, it was strange to be caught without my Spycam ... the whole thing made me feel almost -- err -- naked!