It was Lean Times at 7th and Montana yesterday ... and I'm not talking about the economy. An Anonymous Nincompoop made the scene, intent on getting up close and personal with the light pole in front of Our Favorite Starbucks. He leaned up against it again and again, as if to whisper sweet nothings in its ear. Some say it was a match made in heaven, but I think there's a method to his madness. He's probably on one of those Fad Diets: "Eat all the Apple Fritters you want and we promise to make you lean ...!"