It was time to pay the piper at 7th and Montana this morning ... and if you don't believe me, just ask the Piper, a slightly scraggly newcomer who made the scene this morning looking like his last paycheck had just gone up in smoke. And maybe it had. The man chain-smoked all morning from an old fashioned pipe, running in and out of Our Favorite Starbucks so often it was enough to give a body whiplash just watching him. Each time he passed by he waved and said a cheery "hello" to everyone on 7th Street. I gave him a friendly salute. "Do you know him?," asked Joyce. "No," I replied, but I was starting to form an idea. "Something tells me that was no ordinary tobacco in his pipe ...!"