It was Hats Off to the Guru yesterday for finding a friend who shares his taste in makeshift turbans. There I was, trying not to make eye contact, when much to my surprise a newcomer made the scene wearing a bright orange turban and a white pith helmet. He wasted no time befriending the Guru. “Howdy, friend,” he said, “Mind watching my gear while I freshen up?” “No problem, amigo,” said the Guru, “The facilities are just inside and to your left.” And with that, the newcomer disappeared into the Starbucks bathroom to "unwind." I don't know what he unwound exactly, but it wasn't his turban. When he emerged, he gave the Guru a small salute, donned the pith helmet, and zipped down 7th Street, leaving me to wonder why someone would wear both a turban and a pith helmet. Mad Hatter, I presume ...?