Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Things got downright radioactive at 7th and Montana yesterday as Mr. Transistor -- the wealthy local eccentric known for parading up and down Montana Avenue with a blaring transistor radio -- made the scene at Our Favorite Starbucks. As usual, he carried his radio in one hand and a garbage bag in the other. The radio was tuned to a conservative talk show and the garbage bag seemed to be full of dog poop and other trash. "There he goes, again," I said, "Mr. Transistor and his annoying radio." "Why can't he just get radio signals through the fillings in his teeth like other crackpots?" asked one observer. "In case you haven't noticed," I said, "He doesn't have any teeth."

Monday, March 29, 2010


It was Lights, Camera, Action at Palisades Park tonight as Actor Dermot Mulroney (pictured above) made the scene with a camera crew to shoot the pilot episode of his new TV show, a remake of the 70's hit, The Rockford Files. In the show, which is expected to air this fall on NBC-TV, Mulroney will play the title character of Jim Rockford, a role made famous by James Garner. Published reports describe the new Rockford character as "easily irritated by morons." I decided to put that to the test, at least as far as the crew was concerned. "Whatcha doin?," I asked, despite the fact that it was obvious. "Working," said a man who looked like a talent agent. "Really?," I asked, "In a public park like this? Aren't you afraid folks might disturb you?" He didn't answer. "Hmmm," I continued, "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear this was a TV shoot." "Alright already," he replied, "We're remaking The Rockford Files ... now you know everything." "Actually, not quite everything," I replied, but by then it was too late. The Agent left before I could find out whether Dermot Mulroney knows that everyone thinks he's Dylan McDermott.

Sunday, March 28, 2010


Stomachs were turning at 7th and Montana this morning as two men made the scene sporting the biggest Manboobs (or "Moobs") I've ever seen. "Oy," I said, "I think I'm seeing double ... no -- correction -- make that quadruple!" "Those two look like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum," said Hunter. "More like Tweedle Double D," I added. The whole thing was reminiscent of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer invents a Man Bra -- called a "Bro" -- for guys like this, whose cleavage would put Dolly Parton to shame. I whipped out my Spycam, changed my settings to "wide angle," and hoped for the best. "You're not actually putting that in your blog, are you?," asked one witness. "Of course I am," I replied, "Someone has to keep the neighborhood abreast ...!"

Saturday, March 27, 2010


Romance was in bloom this morning at 7th and Montana as Hanna -- formerly known as Pajama Girl for her occasional habit of wearing Pajamas in public -- put her considerable charms into overdrive. The fun began when she was adopted by "the Persians," a large group of Middle Eastern men who descend on Our Favorite Starbucks en masse every Saturday, take up every available chair and spend the morning shouting at each other in Farsi. They bought Hanna an Iced Coffee and invited her into their midst. "We are all very successful businessmen," said one of them, "Wouldn't you like us to give you a nice job?" Unemployment is at over 12 percent in California, but Hanna is doing very well for herself in the entertainment industry. "No thanks," she said. "We all belong to a club and we meet here every Saturday," said another, "Would you like to be our Chairman?" Hanna declined, firmly but diplomatically. Afterall, she's used to such attention. Fabio of I-Can't-Believe-it's-not-Butter fame has apparently been spreading it on thick for weeks ...!

Friday, March 26, 2010


Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as Rigolatte -- known for locking himself in the bathroom at Our Favorite Starbucks and belting out Opera Tunes for hours on end -- made the scene with an imaginary rival. "This will be the death of you," he muttered into blank space, "The Angel of Death is coming for you and he's coming quickly." I didn't bother hiding my Spycam ... I just whipped it out and clicked away. Then it occurred to me that perhaps he realized I was taking his picture. "Do you think he saw my Spycam?," I asked, a bit nervously. Robin burst out laughing. "Trust me," she said, "You can rest assured that he didn't notice a thing." No doubt she was right. By this point, Rigolatte was engaged in a heated debate with a packet of Sweet 'n Low.

Thursday, March 25, 2010


Cheers erupted at 7th and Montana this morning as word spread that one of our very own -- a Barista at Our Favorite Starbucks -- has put his career in high gear. How? By accepting an internship on Cannabis Planet TV, a 30-minute TV show that explores the various merits of Cannabis. He's even gone on assignment in his free time, helping the show cover HempCon 2010, a special expo for the medicinal marijuana crowd. No doubt today's news -- that a measure to legalize marijuana will appear on the California state ballot this November -- will keep him and the crew at Cannabis Planet TV busy, as well. Just who is this Mystery Barista? I'd tell you, but I wouldn't want his career to go to pot ...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


It was a Happy Reunion at 7th and Montana this morning as I met my friend and former colleague, Mal, at the "fancy schmancy cafe" across from Our Favorite Starbucks. Mal, a wheeler-dealer CEO type from New York, has been reading my blog and was quick to ask me questions about it. "All these people you photograph, do they know you're taking their picture?," he asked. "No," I replied, whipping out my Spycam, "I usually try to make it look like I'm on the phone or sending someone a text message." I held my phone aloft to prove my point, then snapped his photo when he wasn't looking. "By the way," I continued, "the fact that we're meeting here is something of a milestone. I've been boycotting this place ever since we caught the owner dropping a bagel on the floor, dusting it off with her bare hands, and putting it back in the display case." Mal smiled politely. For the record, I did a little fact checking and it turns out that the troubles with the "Fancy Schmancy Cafe" began on February 17, 2008 when Robb and Robin caught the same owner handling money, then grabbing and slicing bagels without washing her hands. Fortunately, none of this was a problem today. Neither Mal nor I ordered any Finger Food ...!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Hang on to your Molars, folks: The Accountant -- known for spreading out his confidential paperwork all over Our Favorite Starbucks -- has found a new project to sink his teeth into. He has taken to placing other people's dental insurance claims forms on display for all to see. "How nice," I said, grabbing a seat at a nearby table, "I've always wanted to know how much my neighbors spend on dental work!" I would have suggested that he move all the papers to a more private location, but something tells me he'd fight me tooth and nail ...!

Monday, March 22, 2010


Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light? Evidently not, if you're the Yankee Doodle Dandy pictured above who showed up to Our Favorite Starbucks this weekend wearing an American Flag in place of his Bermuda Shorts. "Good God," I said, "That guy's pants should be hung out to dry, preferably on the mizzen-mast of the U.S.S. Constitution." I didn't know whether to put my hand over my heart and recite the Pledge of Allegiance or put it over my stomach and reach for the Maalox. Speaking of which, a number of people have asked me to spread the word that tomorrow is Free Pastry Day at Starbucks. All you need to do to get a Free Pastry is visit the Starbucks Website, print out the Free Pastry Coupon and bring it with you to any participating Starbucks tomorrow between the hours of 5:00 and 10:30 a.m. During these hours, anyone who orders a "hand-crafted," brewed or iced beverage can get a free pastry. Apple Fritters not included ...!

Sunday, March 21, 2010


The Loons were out in full force this morning on San Vicente Blvd. as folks came from miles around to cheer-on the participants in today's Los Angeles Marathon. I knew something was up when I heard drums playing at my door beginning at 8:00 a.m. I went outside to investigate and came face-to-face with "Clyde and his Synergistic Sonic Sensor Shuttle," a one-man band comprised mainly of drums, a xylophone and dozens of statues and figurines.

"I welcome visitors from all planets," said Clyde, who -- it should be noted -- was wearing a tin helmet equipped with various accouterments ranging from a fork to a Slinky Junior. He seemed to be one snare short of a drum set. "Great," I replied, "You're in the right place!" I beat a hasty retreat to a table nearby where a group of young women were handing out bananas to passersby. "Ha, ha, ha," I said loudly, "I get the impression some of the folks around here are what they eat!"

I turned to face the person standing next to me and, to my surprise, it was Clyde, who had left his Sonic Sensor Shuttle behind and was engaged in what appeared to be a friendly debate with an enormous puppet. They were arguing over who had the "rights" to entertain folks on San Vicente. "So much for welcoming visitors from all planets," I mused.

Needless to say, by mid-morning I was ready to head for the hills, even if it meant joining the Marathon myself. Take it from me, there's only so much one can stand of a one-man band, especially when it consists entirely of percussion instruments. Then, again, maybe I just march to the beat of a different drummer ...!

Saturday, March 20, 2010


It was Hog Heaven at 7th and Montana this morning as an Enormous Biker rolled into town riding the biggest motorcycle I've ever seen. Actually, it looked more like a gargantuan tricycle on steroids, with three wheels, about 15-feet of polished chrome and bright blue paint, all aglow with custom fire and lightning designs. There were LCD TV screens in both the front and back and a state-of-the-art audio system that was blaring acid rock. "Howdy," I said to the owner as he dismounted the beast, "That's some Motorcycle!" "Heh, heh, heh," he replied, "It sure is ... it's a complete custom job, designed entirely around my Fat Ass." I looked at the bike, then at him, and mentally calculated the cost in Fine Corinthian Leather alone. "You must have spent a fortune on this," I said. "You betcha," he said, "And it was worth every penny. How else could I get around?" Some people don't know the meaning of the word 'incognito' ...!

Friday, March 19, 2010


Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Great Pretender, an Anonymous Newcomer who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning, intent like the rest of us on enjoying a nice cup of coffee. The only difference is, he brought his own coffee, didn't order anything and took up one of the only available tables at Our Favorite Starbucks. I glared at him for several minutes, then commented loudly about the lack of available seats for paying customers. He ignored me. Finally, in desperation, I whipped out my Spycam and pointed it in his direction. It was then that he took notice of me, staring directly at my cell phone as if he knew I was up to something. I quickly pressed the Spycam to my ear and made it look like I was making a phone call. "Yes," I muttered into the phone even though no one was on the other end, "You're right ... he probably brings his own hamburgers to McDonalds, too ...!"

Thursday, March 18, 2010


It was a case of "assault with a deadly chicken" today at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel as my lunch, a plate of 'banquet chicken,' went on the offensive. "Here we go, again ... Banquet Chicken," I muttered to the person sitting next to me, a fellow attendee at the same industry event. But when I stuck my fork into the chicken, all bets were off. It squirted me with a steady stream of hot liquid that flew out from the chicken, made a graceful arc over the edge of the table and landed on my lap. "Yikes," said my table-mate, "Your lunch is putting up a hell of a fight!" The waiter (pictured below) tried to downplay the incident but I, for one, suspect Fowl Play ...!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


This hasn't been a good day for the Ringling Brothers. First, one of their Prize Zebras escaped into rush hour traffic in Atlanta. Then, two of their aspiring young performers traded in the Big Top for a table at 7th and Montana. Or so it seemed. Meet the Mad Hatter and Hairy Potter, a dynamic duo who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning looking like refugees from Pee Wee's Playhouse. The Hatter (above, left) wore an enormous striped, floppy top hat and a heavy down parka despite the 80-degree heat. Meanwhile, the trouble with Hairy (above, right) was that he was not wearing a Fright Wig ...!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Jumping Jehosaphat, an Anonymous Fathead who made the scene yesterday wearing a pair of Power Stilts that made him look like a Demented Kangaroo on Steroids. "They're bouncy," he said, stating the obvious. "They sure make a statement," I replied. I neglected to inform him that the statement was 'There's a sucker born every minute.' I did a little research on the manufacturer -- -- and it's the first time I've ever seen a business identify itself as "A Limited Liability Company." And if that's not enough, right after explaining that "Power Stilts will enable you to execute extraordinary athletic feats" such as "running at lightning speed" and "jumping and hopping higher than you ever thought possible," the folks at go on to say that they are "in no way responsible for any injury or death resulting from the use of Jumping Stilts." If that's not enough to make you jump, nothing will ...!

Monday, March 15, 2010


IDES were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as Dapper Dan, known for his taste in plastic boutonnieres, made the scene sporting a new look. Gone were the beige suit and bright blue boutonniere and in their place was a navy blue ensemble and a purple boutonniere. The reaction from the crowd was predictably snIDE. "I'm telling you," said one witness, "That boutonniere is a weapon ... one of these days it's going to squirt seltzer water at us." "That day might be today," I replied, "Beware the IDES of March." Speaking of which, today was Neighbor Nicole's last day in Santa Monica. She decided a couple of weeks ago to pack everything up and move to Chicago. Why? Let's just say her enthusiasm for the Windy City was unbrIDE-aled ...!

Sunday, March 14, 2010


What do you bring to an Earthquake Preparedness Party? That was my dilemma today as I got ready to attend a gathering hosted by Nat and Robin to help prepare the neighborhood in case an earthquake strikes. Somehow, I knew a bottle of wine wouldn't quite cut it. I ultimately decided on a special Earthquake Dinner for Two: A package of Freeze Dried Katmandu Curry. Just add boiling water and, voila, you have a feast fit for a Yak. At the party, Nat and Robin's friend Roger, a member of the city's Civilian Emergency Rescue Team, shared some potentially life-saving advice. Here are some of his tips:
  • When an earthquake strikes, duck under a desk, table or some other piece of furniture that could serve as a shelter. Make sure it's far away from a window.

  • Keep vital information (social security card, driver's license, passport, medical records, insurance information, etc.); a change of clothing; some cash; personal hygiene items in a central/easy-to-reach location in your home.

  • Keep a crowbar and shoes near your bed. The crowbar might be necessary to pry yourself out of a jam and the shoes will help prevent you from being injured if there is broken glass on the floor.

  • Keep the following items handy: A butane gas cooker; canned provisions w/can opener; bottled water; a first-aid kit; a solar-powered cell phone recharger and a flashlight. You can purchase most of these items and more at SOS Survival Products.
  • Keep a "ready jacket" available with rope, gloves, burn spray and other essentials in the pockets (this will come in handy if/when you leave the house to help others in need).

  • Create a "car kit" including a crowbar, flashlight, whistle, thermal blanket, plastic trash bag (good for collecting water, if necessary), bottled water, flares, essential medication, tools, a fire extinguisher, tissues, pre-moistened towelettes, matches, a can opener, leather work gloves and some provisions in case an earthquake strikes when you're on the road. Put all of these items in a back pack for quick access.

  • Freeze water in plastic gallon containers so that if the power goes out, you can transfer it to the refrigerator to help keep perishable items cold.

  • Keep a stash of foods that can save your life, including: Pastas and rice; peanut butter; canned fruits and vegetables; canned meat, fish and poultry; powdered or canned milk; and dry cereals.

  • Learn how to purify water by adding chlorine bleach and iodine.

Thanks to Nat and Robin for hosting the gathering, and to Roger for giving us so much valuable advice. In retrospect, the Freeze Dried Katmandu Curry was probably a mistake. One bite of that stuff and you'll need more than a crowbar to turn off the gas ...!

Saturday, March 13, 2010


It was two Saturdays for the price of one today as I woke up early, renewed, refreshed and intent on enjoying the day in Japan, followed by a flight back in time and the chance to repeat my day in Santa Monica. I started in Kyoto, with a visit to Kiyomizu-dera (pictured above) which, in my opinion, is one of the nicest temples in Japan. The Kiyomizu complex, a UNESCO world monument, was built in 1633 and features a series of shrines dedicated to different gods. The main hall, or Hon-Do, rises above the city like a stage and is held in place by giant wooden pillars.

The Powers-that-Be are very strict at Kiyomizu. As the sign above clearly states, no "Photograhs" are allowed ... but I didn't let that stop me. I whipped out my spycam and started taking photos like there was no tomorrow.

Eventually, a Temple Official in a Scary Gardeners Outfit made a bee-line for me and seemed to be muttering something in Japanese. "Don't worry," I said, "I promise you: I won't take any photograhs whatsoever!" Naturally, I took her picture.

My next stop was a visit to the statue of Daikoku, the Japanese God of business success, to thank him for a great business trip and ask for his continued support. Granted, I don't know a lot about Japanese religious practices, but no harm in hedging my bets. Daikoku is considered one of the seven "Lucky Gods" of Japan. The statue above depicts him as a plump, prosperous businessman, standing on overstuffed bales of rice and wielding a magic, coin-producing mallet. I can't vouch for the magical properties of his mallet, but -- like everyone else -- I did throw a couple of coins his way.

Kiyomizu, literally translated, means "pure water" and the temple complex is dotted with waterfalls and streams. The fountain above is supposed to bring good luck to those who dip one of the temple's tin cups into the fountain and drink of its purifying waters. This morning, a group of local schoolchildren was having a good time dipping the cups again and again into the fountain and taking big gulps of water. "Try some?," asked one of the attendants on duty. "No thanks," I said, watching the cups pass from hand-to-hand. Frankly, I like my H2O without any H1N1. Besides, I had some other purifying waters in mind.

I left the temple complex and ducked into Starbucks where, I'm pleased to say, I once again tormented another Poor Barista who had never heard of a Grande Half Caff. "A what?!?," asked Barista Maruno, "You want half of a what?!?" She grew increasingly agitated as I repeated my order again and again. But once I explained what a half caff is, she rose to the occasion. "Take a seat," she said, "and I'll bring it to you." Ten minutes later, she brought me what she called a Half-and-Half in a cup which she had artfully decorated with images of Kyoto and Mt. Fuji.

I spent some time walking along the quaint side-streets of Kyoto, looking at some of the local arts and crafts. In one shop, I noticed an elderly woman selling what appeared to be packages of homemade candy made out of squid meat. I started to take a picture of it but she nearly slapped the Spycam out of my hands. "What is it with you people and your squid?" I asked, exasperated, but she was unflappable. "I know, I know," I said, "No pictures. But do you mind if I take a few Photograhs?"

By far the most bizarre shop I saw seemed to specialize in rubber ceremonial masks. I couldn't help noticing that right there, next to a golden Buddah head, was a genuine Barack Obama mask with a hand-made sign reading "yes, we can." I support our President as much as the next guy, but I couldn't resist asking the shopkeeper to "bring me the head of Barack Obama!"

My next stop was the "Bullet Train," a true marvel of Japanese engineering. I whizzed through city after city, over bridges, passing rice fields and Mt. Fuji (pictured above) to get to Tokyo, where I made my way to Narita Airport and United Flight #890. I had the privilege of sitting next to a man I'll call "Mr. Spitoon" (pictured below). He spent the entire 10-hour flight chewing tobacco and spitting its remnants into a bottle of Mountain Dew he kept on his lap.

I made it back to 7th and Montana by 10:00 a.m. the same day, just in time to participate in a Sting Operation which finally -- after more than five years -- ended-up thwarting the Notorious Newspaper Thief, the man who has been stealing newspapers from Our Favorite Starbucks when he thinks no one is looking. I stood directly behind him, positioning myself between the Thief and his Getaway Bike. Barista Veronica stood in front of him, glaring directly at him as he pretended to be browsing innocently through the "used" newspapers. It was a game of chicken on a grand scale until finally, the Newspaper Thief chickened out. He jumped on his getaway bike and pedaled madly towards the Starbucks at 15th and Montana ...!

Friday, March 12, 2010


Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Ilsa the Inscrutable," the most Mysterious Waitress in all of Kyoto ... or at least that's how it seemed last night. You see, my local colleague -- the woman who usually joins my group and serves as a translator at various dinners when we're in Japan -- flew the coop yesterday. She organized my dinner, including a fixed menu at a popular Sukiyaki restaurant, and then headed back to Tokyo. All that was left, she said, was for me to smile and nod while the waitress brought out dish after dish of Japanese delicacies. You can imagine my surprise, however, when Ilsa brought me this:

"No thanks," I said, politely, "I had tentacles for lunch." "Yummy, yummy," Ilsa replied. I could tell I wasn't going to get anywhere with this and, besides, truth be told, tentacles aren't all that bad, especially when you're hungry. "Thank you," I said, "But what's this?" I was pointing at the tender morsel directly below the tentacles in the photo above. "It's the tops," she said. At first I thought she meant it was the specialty of the house, but I've long since learned not to take anything for granted in restaurants where the wait staff doesn't speak English. Once you've been served the testicles of a codfish or chicken ass on a stick, you don't leave anything to chance. "Thanks," I said, turning my attention back to my plate, "But is it animal or vegetable?" In the end, it turned out to be a little of both: It was the top of a squid's head, which, when tilted at a certain angle, served as a cup filled with brain matter. If that's not enough to make Squiddley Diddley a vegetable, nothing is ...!

Thursday, March 11, 2010


It was Politics, Politics in Kyoto this morning as an unusual van decked out with bullhorns pulled up in front of me, and two men climbed on the roof and began shouting in Unison and waving wildly at passersby. I smiled as if I understood them, gave them a thumbs-up and continued on my merry way. It wasn't until later that I learned what they were doing: They were campaigning for a local senator, Shoji Nishida, who is running for office on a platform emphasizing the beauty in nature. Personally, I think his message would be more convincing without the bullhorns.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


How do you spell relief? I don't know, but whatever you do, don't ask the chef at the Hotel Granvia in Kyoto. I've long since become used to eating sea urchins for breakfast, but I must say, a few things on the menu today surprised even me.

Take the Hush Brown Potatoes, for example. An eerie silence fell over the room as I pointed them out to my colleagues over breakfast. Finally, one of them said, "Don't worry, we're not in Korea ... chances are they're not actual Hush Puppies."

Then there was the steaming plate of Hot Vegerables at lunch, a heaping helping of colorful specimens if I ever saw one. It was the most venerable dish of its kind I've ever seen. The whole thing was like something out of a Vita-Mita-Vegerable commercial.
All I can say is, thank God they saved a seat for me at dinner... even if it was intended for the Master of Celemonies. Just looking at all those Vegerables and Hush Potatoes -- not to mention the Tentacles Marinara -- was enough to make me want to spell 'relief' the good, old-fashioned way: R-O-L-A-I-D-S ...!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


I arrived this evening in Kyoto -- one of my favorite cities in Japan -- under police escort. Well, technically speaking, the police weren't exactly escorting me. It's more like they were serving as comic relief. I couldn't help noticing that, due to the rain, they were wearing white rain coats, surgical masks and shower caps over their police uniforms. So, when I noticed a pair of officers taking the escalator to my hotel, I whipped out my Spycam and zipped passed them to get a good shot. I wonder what they wear when it snows ...?

Monday, March 8, 2010


The Dignified Walking Lady, known for wearing arctic attire in 90-degree heat, made a Cameo Appearance at 7th and Montana this morning ... and so did I. In other words, my flight to Japan yesterday never took off. United was never able to close the rear door of the aircraft. So, I'm back at LAX again this morning, once again trying to make it to Japan. Who knows ... maybe that's where the Dignified Walking Lady is walking. And maybe she'll get there before me ...!

Sunday, March 7, 2010


The Oscars were all the buzz this morning at 7th and Montana, as Baristas, locals and everyone else traded predictions about tonight's ceremony. The Mystery Actor pictured above, for example, didn't seem to mind sharing his opinions with Barista Tyler. Here's a Trivia Question: I'll bet you can't name him. I'll give you two hints: (1) He played a President and (2) He's not nominated for an Oscar this year. Speaking of Oscars, shortly after leaving Starbucks, I went into my Oscar the Grouch mode at LAX, sputtering and yelling at various United Airlines employees until I was blue in the face. You see, I'm hitting the road again today and was taken by surprise by United's new -- and far less generous international upgrade policy -- which they have hidden behind a bunch of marketing language designed to make it look like they're doing us a favor. Here's the issue: In addition to collecting the usual number of miles for an international upgrade, they suddenly try to slap you with a $250 fee. I've been with United through thick and thin over the years, often taking less convenient flights because I know they'll upgrade me. The fact that they now add a hefty fee on top of the upgrade -- something I would never expense as a business traveler -- means that they've taken away my only reason to stick with them. Times are tough. I could understand if they increased their mileage requirements, or even upped their fares a bit, but this -- a fee that penalizes their most frequent travelers -- I don't understand. Apparently, neither do some of their employees. The nice woman at the check-in counter seemed to completely agree with me.

UPDATE: Well, folks, it's four hours later and my flight still hasn't taken off. The folks at United discovered that the back door wouldn't close on my aircraft. And wouldn't you just know it, without my upgrade I was sitting pretty darn close to the back door!

Saturday, March 6, 2010


My Nose for News must have been clogged this morning as I missed a perfect photo opportunity at 7th and Montana. There I was, minding my own business, when an Old Coot in a Funny Hat walked by. I looked at him briefly, even raised my Spycam in a half-hearted salute, then thought better of it. "When you've seen one Old Coot in a Funny Hat, you've seen them all," I said, "Besides I do have some journalistic integrity." The Old Coot walked right by my table, as if to taunt me into taking his photo, but I ignored him. It wasn't until after he left that the guy sitting at the next table over (pictured above, chug-a-lugging his latte), clued me in. Evidently, that was no ordinary "Old Coot" ... it was Actor Larry Hagman.


It was blogs, blogs and more blogs this morning at 7th and Montana as Screenwriter Nat -- the creative force behind many a successful TV series and an ace acting coach -- confided that he's considering getting into the Blogosphere. Nat's blog would likely focus on entertainment industry issues. Not that he needs a blog to connect with anyone. Moments after he picked my brain about Blogger, a young development executive from CBS introduced himself to Nat and began to talk shop.