Halloween can be a confusing day at 7th and Montana. No one, it seems, wants to cross that fine line between "Is that a costume?" and "That's a good look for you!" I'm pretty sure, however, that the Barista wearing snakes on her head yesterday was dressed as Medusa. "Nice look," I commented, "and perfectly appropriate. The Stones should be here any minute!"
Meanwhile, the Priest outside on the sidewalk had some folks standing in line to confess. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!," I said. The Priest just posed and smiled. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was a fake. The real priest who holds impromptu confessionals at Our Favorite Starbucks never wears his robes!