A Noteworthy Newcomer made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning, intent on taking notes on everything around him. He grabbed the seat next to mine and began scribbling away in his notebook as if his life depended on it. Every so often, he would look up, glance at my table, then quickly return to his Maniacal Scribbling. "Two can play at that game," I said. For the next ten minutes, I had him covered, move-for-move. Every time he looked up from his notebook, I whipped out my Spycam and pointed it in his direction. I might have kept it up all day, but once I saw what he was writing, I rapidly lost interest. It was a shopping list ...!