Shock waves rippled across 7th and Montana this morning as "The Undertaker," a local man of mystery known for his somber sense of style, made the scene with three bags of lettuce. As usual, he had that fresh from the morgue look about him, a ghostly pallor made all the more funereal by the fact that he was wearing a black felt fedora and matching gray suit. But none of that explained why he was carrying three bags of lettuce. He carefully placed the lettuce on the table behind him, then took a seat on the sidewalk facing 7th Street. He was so still that for a second I was afraid rigor mortis was setting-in, but then he rose suddenly, grabbed his lettuce and approached the front door at Our Favorite Starbucks. He peered inside briefly, then turned around and retreated up 7th Street. And who can blame him? Ever since Starbucks raised its prices, it takes a lot of lettuce to buy a single cappuccino ...!