Shock waves rippled across 7th and Montana this morning as word spread that "Norman the Narcoschleptic" -- the man who has been sitting in front of Our Favorite Starbucks in a semi-catatonic state since June 28 -- moved to a table inside. "How is this possible?," I asked. "I don't know," said one insider, "One minute he was outside, as usual, and the next minute -- poof -- he had moved." Everything else was the same: the same blank expression, the same hands resting atop the same head, the same hint of rigor-mortis. All I can say is, either someone moved him or he's been sleepwalking ...!