DRUM AND DRUMMER ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a case of Drum and Drummer at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Percussionist made the scene, intent on drumming-up some attention.  He sat for hours inside Our Favorite Starbucks using a table as a bongo drum, grunting and hitting the table so hard you'd think he was on tour with the Rolling Stoned.  But that's not all.  Every ten-to-fifteen minutes, he ran outside and did something nutty.  First, he started yelling and shaking his fists at a Eucalyptus Tree.  When it didn't answer, he peeled off fistfuls of bark and yelled, "Take That!"  "Don't worry," I said, knowingly, "His bark is worse than his bite."  Then, he grabbed a handful of napkins, rolled them into balls and started alternately throwing them at neighborhood dogs and stuffing them down his pants ("One for you, One for me ...").  Finally, not one to rest on his laurels, he scaled the heights of a lightpole and muttered obscenities at oncoming traffic.  Some say he's crazy, but I think he just marches to the beat of his own drum ...!