Leapin' Leprechauns: A Rogue Elf made the scene this morning at the Starbucks on Houston Street in Ft. Worth, and I'll be damned if she wasn't up to something. Her pot of gold, a green, plastic bucket which dangled from her left arm, was entirely empty. She wore a green velvet dress, matching striped stockings, elfin buckle shoes and a green cap. "Oy," I said, "Here we go, again!" "What do you mean?," she asked. "Nothing personal, but I seem to run into costumed loons at every Starbucks I go to, all over the world." She shot me a look like she wanted to hit me over the head with a shillelagh and said, "What costume?!?" Then she laughed and danced a jig in place. Moments later, she was gone. "Excuse me," she called, "But I have to go mingle with the masses." Was she a real Leprechaun or just a tipsy local loon? Your Guinness is as good as mine ...!