HAT TRICK ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Hatless Wonder, an anonymous member of the Table Hog clan who spent much of his weekend wondering where his hat was.  He came by my table on Saturday, munching a banana, and looking like a lost soul.  "Has anyone seen my hat?, he asked.  There was something desperate in his tone, almost as if his hat had been in cahoots with his frontal lobe and, together, they'd flown the coop.  "Finally," I thought, "A chance to win back at least one of the chairs he and his friends were hogging.  "I saw it ... It went that-a-way!," I cried, pointing towards Peets.  But he saw right through me and so did his friends.  Hat's off to them, I guess ...