They say that the early bird gets the worm, but today at 7th and Montana I learned that there's such a thing as being too early. I arrived before any of the Local Loons. On a normal day, I swoop in, grab my coffee, quietly photograph an oddity or two and leave. But today nothing unusual happened. "Shoot," I said to Robin and Robb as we walked back up 7th Street, "Nothing blogworthy happened today ... it looks like I'll have to dig into the photo archives." And just then, as if on cue, "Daisy," the local loon who rides around town with a menagerie of stuffed animals and just about every plastic flower known to man glued to her bicycle, rode by humming a tune. "Phew," I said, "Saved by the bell." "Quick, Marty, get your camera out, again," said Robb, "There's another live one coming!" It was the "Unabomber," known for his peculiar taste in military vests and duct tape. "Hallelujah!," I cried, "I guess that's what they mean when they say 'Ask and ye shall receive ...!"