It was a Singular Sensation this morning at 7th and Montana as Barista Anthony -- the local fixture with a taste in peculiar green ear studs that resemble golf tees -- announced that one of his ear studs was missing. "Now everyone will have to call me Lobe instead of Lobes," he lamented, "What a hassle." He seemed really teed-off. "Have you tried searching the Golf Course for a replacement?," I asked. "You know, you're right," he replied, "My father and I both have a ton of Golf Tees ... maybe I could use one of them." That's the spirit, Anthony! Meanwhile, a word to the wise: Sift carefully before digging into your Perfect Oatmeal and, whatever you do, don't order a Cup of Tee ...!