HAPPY NEW YEAR ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a quiet end to an action-packed year at 7th and Montana this morning. The Priest conducted a group counseling session at a table on the sidewalk; Rigolatte -- who has been sounding more and more like Ethel Merman lately -- stood by the condiments bar singing Auld Lang Syne; and a group of local loons held hands and chanted at Goose Egg Park. The only person who showed any signs of wanting to 'whoop it up' was an Anonymous Newcomer -- a blond woman in her mid-forties -- whose taste in tattoos leaves something to be desired. A funky design ran up her back, culminating in an arrow pointing directly at her scalp. Either she's afraid of losing her mind, or she's a visitor from Lake Arrowhead ...!

SWEET SURRENDER ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Mr. Sugarman," the scourge of nutritionists everywhere. Just days after "the Guru" tried to convince the crowd at 7th and Montana that Splenda was worth its weight in gold, Mr. Sugarman made the scene with another objective in mind: to pour as much sugar as humanly possible into his coffee. "Yikes," said Joyce, "That man just poured an entire inch of sugar into his cup." By the time I got my Spycam into position, he had already finished with the sugar and was tasting his concoction. He winced and then, to my surprise, added another inch of sugar. If it's true what they say -- that "a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down" -- this guy must be on horse pills ...!

CAFFEINE CONFESSIONAL ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I eavesdropped again at 7th and Montana this morning ... and I'm sure you would, too, if you saw what I saw. Sitting right there at the table next to me was a Priest busy counseling a member of his flock, a woman in her early forties. "Jackpot!," I muttered, whipping out my Spycam, "I've stumbled into a confessional. This should be interesting." But it wasn't. The woman -- damn her -- was speaking in hushed tones, so all I could make out was that she was frustrated about something. And the Priest -- heaven help us -- was mumbling. Every now and then I think he used the word "rosary," but then again, he might have been calling her "Rosemary." I felt like grabbing him by the collar and saying, "For the love of God, man, enunciate ... a blog entry hangs in the balance!" But no, I kept my mouth shut and missed their entire conversation. I tell you, nothing is sacred anymore ...!

HEY, BIG SPLENDA ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

The Guru, our favorite local expert on all things, shocked the crowd at 7th and Montana this morning with some advice on nutrition. "Splenda, I tell you, is the secret to eternal youth," he said to the woman on his left. "It's chock full of nutrients. I eat as much of it as I can." The woman began quietly inching away, but that didn't stop him. "Oops, I spilled a little," he said, sweeping a few particles directly into his mouth. "You are what you eat!," he cried. "In that case," I muttered, "I'm surprised he's not more into Nutmeg." For the record, the main ingredients in Splenda are Dextrose, Maltodextrin and Sucralose ... a combination that wouldn't even pass muster with the nutritionists who set the federal guidelines for school lunches. I don't know what the Guru has been smoking lately, but something tells me he's mixed a little Splenda in the Grass ...!

YULETIDE FRUITCAKE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Yuletide Fruitcake was on the menu today at 7th and Montana, thanks to the arrival of an Anonymous Dingbat who made the scene wearing a hat made out of what looked like a twisted red slinky between two layers of white faux fur. "Sheesh," I muttered, "Either she's getting her fashion advice from Blitzen or she's just plain Blitzed." No one knows exactly what she was up to, but she was last seen heading due North on a white bicycle with a yapping red Pomeranian at the helm ...!

A TREEMENDOUS ACHIEVEMENT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

The holidays are enough to test anyone's metal, but Malissa and her new main squeeze Adam (pictured above) took the challenge literally this year. "We've constructed a Christmas tree entirely out of metal," said Adam. The fun began when Malissa said she wanted to go for something sustainable this year. Adam put his thinking cap on, and the result was a tree made out of spiraling metal, festooned with lights and sustainable enough to withstand Armageddon. Something tells me Malissa and Adam's relationship will be just as enduring. "It seems like you've found yourself a great guy," said Joyce. "I sure did," agreed Malissa, "And it was about God dang time!" I guess until now she was barking up the wrong tree.

FASHION FUSION ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Too much egg nog goes to the noggin ... and if you don't believe me, ask the Unfortunate Fashion Victim who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning wearing a safari jacket, go-go boots and a floppy hat along with a skin-tight, glittery purple miniskirt. "Yikes," said Joyce, "She looks like a cross between Indiana Jones and Charo." "True," I agreed, "But at least we know where shops: The Temple of Doom ...!"

PRIMO PASSO UPDATE ...!

The doors opened this morning -- at least for a brief moment -- at Primo Passo, the new coffee shop under construction across from Our Favorite Starbucks. I poked my head in long enough to see a crew of workers scurrying about. Rumor has it the new cafe will open in a matter of weeks, though there's still a lot of work to do. The space has been completely transformed, with a new "loft" replacing what was formerly a hidden second floor. "It looks like they're spending a lot of money," said one witness. Stay tuned!

THE EYES HAVE IT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana yesterday ... but they weren't human. A silver Hyundai made the scene with giant eyelashes glued to its headlights. "Ay-ay-ay, now I've seen everything," I muttered, whipping out my spycam. What would possess someone to put eyelashes on a car? I would have run into the street to ask -- and get a close-up -- but the car's engine was running ... and so was its mascara!

THE SLIPPERY SIPPY ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Confidential to the father and son team who left a blue Cars 2 Sippy cup at 7th and Montana this morning: I found it after you left and gave it to the Baristas for safe keeping. You can reclaim it in the morning!

THE STAR-MAKER ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Opportunity was not only knocking, it was laughing like a hyena and pounding its head against a wall last week as Rigolatte -- the man known for locking himself in the men's room at Our Favorite Starbucks and belting out opera tunes for hours on end -- tried out a new role, that of Svengali. He walked right up to Barista Chelsea and offered to make her a star. "You have potential, kid," he crooned, "With your looks and talent I could make you a Singing Sensation!" Witnesses say Chelsea smiled sweetly and took it all in stride. As for Rigolatte, rumor has it he's already landed Chelsea her first gig: A solo performance at the ladies room at Pavilions ...!

ROOTIN' TOOTIN' RASPUTIN ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I've seen the future face of 7th and Montana and, as one might expect, it looks a lot like a loon. A new coffee shop called Primo Passo is opening directly across from Our Favorite Starbucks next month and its mascot -- a man whose face appears on the promotional poster they put up this morning -- looks like he could be Lizzie Borden's soul mate, complete with deep-set, beady eyes and a beard that hangs below his waistline. I, for one, am thrilled. "Just what we need around here," I said, "Another Rasputin look-a-like to liven things up!" As for the coffee, early reports suggest that it will be "high-end," served individually brewed based on micro-roasted, direct trade beans. With any luck, they'll be blog-friendly ...!

EVERYTHING'S DUCKIE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Feathers were flying at 7th and Montana this morning and if you don't believe me, ask Howard. He made the scene this morning carrying a plush stuffed duck which he proceeded to keep on his lap throughout the morning. "Look," laughed Richard, "It's Howard the Duck!" For his part, Howard -- who was holding the stuffed animal for his granddaughter Harper -- took it all in stride. I guess to him it was all like water off a duck's back ...!

HEAD GAMES ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

They say that three heads are better than one ... and if you don't believe me, just ask the Undertaker, the local loon whose perennial gray pallor and taste in black suits and fedoras gives him all the joie de vivre of an embalmer. He made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning toting three heads of lettuce. I looked at him, then I looked at the lettuce. "I'll bet you want some," he said, knowingly, "I'm sure you want some, but you can't have any. It's mine. All mine!!!" He placed a protective hand over one of the bags and glared at me. Oh well, times are tough. Maybe he's just trying to keep his head above water ...

FINDING RELIGION ... IN SAN FRANCISCO!

The closer you get to Seattle, the more religious people get about their coffee. I guess that's why I wasn't surprised this morning when -- on taking a final walk around Nob Hill in San Francisco -- I stumbled upon this sign: "We Proudly Brew Peet's Coffee & Tea," hanging in front of Grace Cathedral. "I guess that's one way to fill seats," I said. I was half-tempted to walk in and order a Holy Water Cappuccino, but I heard the Synagogue down the street was serving Dunkin Donuts.

A LOON AGAIN, NATURALLY ... AT GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE!

In case you're wondering, all the Loons aren't at 7th and Montana. A few of them migrate north for the Winter. Take the Bionic Moron, for example, a would-be Cyborg whose idea of seamlessly integrating technology into his life is to strap a Walkman to his left ear with a bungee cord. A colleague of mine caught up with him yesterday, marching across the Golden Gate Bridge to the beat of a different drummer. "Good God," I said, "If that's where he keeps his Walkman, I don't want to know where he stores his cassette tapes ...!"

EXPLORING THE FAIRMONT ...

It was something old and something new today in San Francisco as I explored my hotel, the Fairmont and its surroundings in Nob Hill. The Fairmont is among the oldest buildings in the city and I can say that with certainty since it's one of the few buildings to have survived the earthquake of 1906. In fact, work on the Fairmont was completed and the hotel was preparing for a grand opening just days before the earthquake struck. The building emerged relatively unscathed from the earthquake, but much of the interior was destroyed 24-hours later when fires ravaged the city.

I found this rare photograph in the basement of the hotel, taken just days after the earthquake. In it you can see how devastated the city was and just how miraculous it was that the hotel remained standing. The Fairmont sits, then as now, at the top of the hill, rising above the city like the Parthenon. Aside from natural disasters, I guess the only thing the folks at the Fairmont have to worry about these days is an attack from Hansel and Gretel. Sitting in the lobby, just steps from the reception desk, is the world's largest Gingerbread House. It's two stories high and is made of 7,500 gingerbread sticks, 1,200 pounds of chocolate icing, and 650 pounds of candy ...!

CRACKING UP ... ON FLIGHT 1798!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "the Crackler," the scourge of American Airlines Flight #1798 last night to San Francisco. From the minute he arrived at the gate to the minute the plane landed, he cracked his gum again and again so loudly that several people asked him to stop. He ignored them. For my part, I decided "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." I matched each crack with an "oink" which, given that he was sitting across the aisle from me, meant that the hour-long flight went something like this: "CRACK" ... "oink" ... "CRACK" ... "oink" ... "CRACK" ... "oink ..." He didn't seem to understand what I was doing. Who knows, maybe he was on crack ...!

GREAT EXPECTATIONS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Local Lovebirds David and Kerry threw the crowd for a loop this weekend at 7th and Montana with a surprise announcement. "I have some news for you," David said, taking a long breath, "We're expecting ..." There was a pregnant pause, during which I started to wonder whether Kerry was pregnant, until Kerry herself filled the gap. "I'm NOT having a baby!," she said, playfully punching David in the arm. "We're getting a puppy," David continued, smiling. "Ahh," I said. Truth be told, anyone who knows Kerry already knew that the pitter patter of little paws was in their future, but I guess David's announcement does make it official. The bundle of joy -- a "Malti-Poo" (a hybrid cross between a Maltese and Poodle) -- should arrive just in time for the holidays. Congratulations to the happy couple!

KNOCK, KNOCK ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Melony," a striking woman who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning with breasts so enhanced Jules Verne could have used them to fly around the world in 80 days. The fact that she wore a skin-tight t-shirt that was cut at the neck made them all the more noticeable. "Yikes," said one witness, "They've obviously been enhanced to the max." Some say "to each their own," others say she looked "udderly ridiculous." As for me, all I can do is keep you abreast of the situation ...!

WHO'S AFRAID OF A LITTLE DRAMA ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was High Drama this morning at 7th and Montana as a young couple went at it tooth and nail, raising their voices and speaking so harshly to one another that I didn't know what to do first, call 911 or whip out my Spycam. I chose the latter and good thing, too. Their dialogue was far too entertaining to risk breaking it up. At one point, it went something like this:

Woman: You make me PUKE!!

Man: What?

Woman: Uh ... You make me PUKE!

Man: That wasn't a very nice thing to say.

Woman: That wasn't what?

Man: ... a very nice thing to say!

Woman: You're such a SIMP!!

And then the argument stopped as abruptly as it started. The man turned to his companion as if nothing had happened and said, "I'm going back for another cup of coffee, can I get you another drinkypoo?" I glanced at their table and suddenly everything became clear. They were reading from the script of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" Well Albee damned ...!

A NOTE OF THANKS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

I just wanted to take a few minutes to thank all of the locals who took or sent photographs of what was happening at 7th and Montana while I was in Massachusetts last week. Based on the photos, I guess the neighborhood's cup -- or trash can -- runneth over and, in unrelated news, there must have been a fire somewhere on 7th Street. Sorry I didn't get a chance to put it all in the blog ... but it's nice to know folks cared enough to whip out their Spycams in my absence!

CLAUDIA THE CLOD ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and gentlemen, meet “Claudia,” an attractive young newcomer at 7th and Montana who – how can I put this delicately? – is a Clod. There I was, minding my own business yesterday, just trying to walk from the cash register to the condiments bar, when she stood up from her table and, without even looking, hoisted a large bag over her shoulder and onto my coffee cup. Coffee went flying all over my sport coat. “I’m soooo sorry,” she said, sincerely. “Not to worry,” I replied, “That’s why God invented brown sport coats!” Truth be told, it was custom-made, but I guess now, thanks to Claudia, it’s even more ‘customized.’ I quietly whipped out my Spycam and discretely took her photo. Later, when I looked at it, I realized that I wasn’t so discrete, afterall. She was staring right into the camera, as if she knew what I was up to. Oh, well ... I guess that makes me a Clod, too!

PAR FOR THE COURSE ... AT 14TH AND MONTANA!

Controversy reared its ugly head at 7th and Montana last night as word spread that the "Golfer" -- the man of mystery who for weeks has been spending his mornings discussing golf strategies with a pro in front of Our Favorite Starbucks -- has been moonlighting at Peets. Yes, it's true. There I was, walking by the Peets at 14th and Montana, when I couldn't help noticing that the Golfer was sitting inside, comparing notes with another aspiring pro. I first blogged about the Golfer back on November 14. At the time, no one could figure out why two people would spend day after day practicing golf shots (without clubs or balls) in front of a Starbucks. At the time I speculated that a pro was imparting his wisdom to a disciple. It turns out I had the roles reversed. The man pictured above is a coach and evidently he meets with his clients at popular cafes on Montana. Who knows, maybe his game stops at 18th Street ...!

A TAIL OF WOE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Charmin," an anonymous newcomer who made the scene at 7th and Montana on Sunday with egg on her face and something else on her behind. Part of a toilet paper roll -- a strand at least two feet long -- was sticking out of her pants, flapping in the breeze like a gossamer tail. I quickly moved into position, aiming my Spycam in her direction and activating the zoom lens ... but a Good Samaritan intervened before I could get a close-up. "Pardon me," said the Samaritan, "Are you aware that there's a bunch of toilet paper coming out of your pants?" Charmin was mortified. "Don't worry," she cried, "It looks clean ... and I don't have anything contagious!" She flushed in embarrassment, though if you ask me should have flushed something else. "Not to worry," I replied, "Your secret is safe with me ...!"

HAIR TODAY, HAIRIER TOMORROW ...!

"Mr. Wiggins," an occasional visitor to 7th and Montana known for his peculiar taste in fright wigs, made the scene at Our Favorite Starbucks on Sunday wearing basic black. As usual, his wig was spiky and a tad lopsided, just enough to make you look twice ... for the Fashion Police. But on a certain level the black wig suits him. At first I thought he got it at a Black Friday sale, but evidently he doesn't celebrate that particular "holiday." He was overheard joking with a friend that it should be called "Crack Friday," instead ...!

THANKFUL FOR THANKSGIVING ...!

This Thanksgiving was a memorable one for me as I spent some time with my family in Massachusetts. We didn't go around the table recounting everything we were thankful for, but everything I was thankful for was sitting around the table, especially my adorable niece, Leah (above) and my nephew Jackson (below). It seems like they're both growing up so quickly. Leah, now two, is talking up a storm. She loves anything to do with princesses and likes to quote a lot from her favorite movie, Tangled, Disney's remake of the age-old Rapunzel story, which she was watching when I took the photo above. For some reason, she's taken it into her head to paraphrase the evil witch in the story. "Don't you EVER, EVER say that to me again!," she likes to say (especially when someone tells her something she doesn't want to hear). Jackson, now four, has a new best friend, the Whoopee Cushion, or as he likes to call it, the Whooshie Cushie. He likes nothing better than to invite guests to have a seat on it, then breaks into peals of hysterical laughter when they're "fooled." They're both such great kids.

CELEBRITY SIGHTINGS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a case of mistaken identity at 7th and Montana yesterday as a Friendly Local thought Genevieve was a celebrity. "Kelly, is that you?," she asked. And then, realizing her mistake, she continued, "You look just like Kelly Bishop, a very fine actress." Genevieve seemed flattered, of course, but then again, neither of us were too familiar with Kelly Bishop. "Oh," said the Friendly Local, "She was the grandmother in a TV show called the Gilmore Girls." I did a little research and, based on the photo below, I'm half-tempted to say that the Friendly Local wouldn't know a celebrity if one bit her on the behind. But, of course, I'd be wrong. The local was Valerie Harper, the talented actress who won four Emmys and a Golden Globe for her role as Rhoda on the Mary Tyler Moore Show.

STRANGE BIRDS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Quick, call Alfred Hitchcock. A flock of strange birds swooped over 7th and Montana this morning and something tells me not even Tippi Hedren could scare them away. They landed on a telephone pole on 7th Street and sat there screeching in unison for what seemed like an eternity. Perhaps they were trying to warn passersby about the rainstorm that was brewing. I, for one, opened my umbrella as I passed by ... but then, again, who wouldn't with a collection of birds like that overhead?

A DOG'S LIFE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was the Dog Days of Fall at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Dog Owner parked her pooch, a Chihuahua wearing a ski-vest, at my table while she ran inside to grab her coffee. "Mind if I leave my dog here with you fine people while I run inside for a bit?," she asked. Kerry (pictured above) was quick to chime-in. "No problem," she replied, reaching for the pampered pooch. I'd like to say it was our Animal Magnetism that led the woman to trust us with her dog, but then again, I guess her options were rather limited. Only three tables were occupied at the time and we were sandwiched between someone who resembled a cross between an Ax Murderer and a Cro-Magnon man and the Guru, the local loon who knows everything about everything except for one subject: Personal Hygiene.

HELMET, AHOY ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was full speed ahead this morning -- and all week -- for 'the Kaiser,' the woman known for zipping-in and out of 7th and Montana astride her trusty motorcycle. Lately, she doesn't even have time to remove her helmet, a jaunty, Kaiser Wilhelm number which, combined with her taste in pastel slacks and shirts, is like going from Baden Baden to worse. "I guess the Kaiser's on a roll these days," I said. At least she's not bulkie ...!

THE CRIER ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was 7:30 a.m. and all was well at 7th and Montana ... and if you don't believe me, just ask the Town Crier, a local loon who spent the morning yesterday reading the newspaper at Our Favorite Starbucks. Out loud. At first I thought she was just another loon, but as I walked by I learned there was a method to her madness. "Phase One of the project, from downtown Los Angeles to Culver City, was approved in 2005 and broke ground in the subsequent year," she said in a dull monotone. "Service is anticipated in 2012 ..." It took me a while to realize she was not only scanning, but reading aloud every news item that caught her eye. For crying out loud ...!

A SOCIAL MOVEMENT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a full house at 7th and Montana this morning. So full that there were hardly any chairs available; So full that even the Apple Fritters were in short supply; So full that Neighbor Nat suggested we start a movement. He suggested we call it Occupy Starbucks ...!

THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF DIZZY ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

They say that "Love is never having to say you're sorry," but if you ask me, the two Lovebirds who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning dressed in identical Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms owe us all an apology. The PJs in question were white and festooned with colorful Mickey Mouse heads. "Something tells me this was all her idea and the guy just had to go along with it," said Robb. "Either that," I added, "Or she slipped him a Mickey ...!"

PLAYING THROUGH ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was par for the course at 7th and Montana this morning as the Golfer and his Disciple once again made the scene. For weeks, they've been raising eyebrows as the Golfer (above left), no doubt some sort of pro, talks enthusiastically about the game, often standing up to demonstrate his swing, while the Disciple jots down every word in a notepad. This morning I was tempted to ask what they're up to -- and whether the Disciple felt at all guilty about taking-up space at Starbucks without ordering anything -- but I wouldn't want to get either of them teed-off ...!

A SHRIEKING BANSHEE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as a Shrieking Banshee came unglued, courtesy of Neighbor Robb with a little help from yours truly. The fun began when the Banshee got tired of waiting in line behind Robb for her cappuccino. She reached for her cell phone, dialed a friend and said loudly, "It's me. I'm here at Starbucks, stuck in line behind this guy who's been standing here ordering for a half hour ..." Robb, never one to hold his tongue, turned around and said, "I hear that rudeness coming out of your mouth!" And then he proceeded to move at a snail's pace which naturally infuriated the Banshee further. By this point, word of the incident started to spread and I decided to come to the rescue with my Spycam. I held it aloft as if to demonstrate an interesting new feature and said to Robb, "I just found a great new app. It spews insults at idiots who lose their patience in line!" The Banshee looked at me but didn't say anything. And then Robb went in for the kill. "I'll bet someone around here wishes she got up five minutes earlier ... and that she was 20 years younger!" That did it. The Banshee exploded. "F--ck You!," she yelled. And in case no one heard her, she repeated it again and again as she walked out the door. All I can say is, I hope she ordered a decaf ...!

RULES AND REGULATIONS ... AT PLAYA VISTA!

I'm all for rules and regulations, but the facilities management at my new office building in Playa Vista has really gone too far. Don't do this, Don't do that. All day long it's "don't, don't, don't." Well, I finally hit my wall today when they even tried to deny me a drink of water. There I was, gearing up for a refreshing glass of H2O, when the facilities manager tsk tsked at me and pointed to a sign overhead. "DO NOT drink from the toilets or urinals," it warned, "as they use reclaimed water as a water saving measure." "What are you going to do next?," I asked, "Restrict the air I breathe?!?"

YOU SNOOZE, YOU LOSE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It's "you snooze, you lose" at 7th and Montana. In recent days I've barely missed catching Actors Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner and Jessica Alba rushing in for coffee. But today I really messed-up. Jazz Artist and friend Curtis Stigers (pictured above) is in town recording a new album and I told him I'd probably be at Starbucks at around 8:00. Then, as usual, I ended up on a conference call. By the time I arrived, the musical talent had changed somewhat. Rigolatte -- known for locking himself in the restroom and belting out opera tunes for hours on end-- was on the scene warbling a selection of '80s hits. His pipes aren't bad, but I just wish he'd stop hogging-up all the plumbing ...

BAGGING IT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a Battle of the Bags at 7th and Montana this morning as a parade of would-be Santas made the scene slinging bags across their shoulders. One man (pictured above) impressed the crowd with a collection of extra-durable burlap potato sacks. "Look," said Joyce, "The sacks come from a company called Vishnu Traders." "Hmmm," I said, writing furiously on a napkin, "Vishnu Traders ... interesting ... got it." "What are you doing?," asked Bob, "Taking notes for your blog? ... Maybe you should also try walking a mile in his shoes." "No thanks," I replied, "God knows what I'd catch." Besides, lugging potato sacks around all day isn't exactly my bag. Moments later another newcomer arrived carrying one of the largest, industrial-sized plastic bags I've ever seen. The man with the Vishnu potato sacks cast an envious look in his direction. We can all be grateful, however, that his sacks were a little more durable. Research reveals that Vishnu Traders specializes in breeding cages for laboratory rats and mice.

HOLIDAYS ARE HERE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It’s beginning to look at lot like Christmas at 7th and Montana, and if you don’t believe me, just look at the coffee cups. Starbucks has formally unveiled its annual holiday cups and, if you ask me, they've outdone themselves. Each cup carries a message so syrupy sweet you’d swear it came directly from Tiny Tim. This morning mine read, “Let’s remember why we go together so well.” “What’s this a reference to?,” I asked in my best imitation of Scrooge, “Apple Fritters and Kaopectate?” But the truth is, the holidays do bring folks closer together. Why just yesterday the Guru – the local eccentric who knows everything about everything – got a bit too close for comfort. He sidled right up to Neighbor David and leaned back, so that – even though the two were separated by a pane of glass – they looked like Siamese Twins. “Don’t look now,” I said, “But you’ve got company.” David took the whole thing in stride, and I guess that’s what the holidays are all about: Peace, Love, Understanding ... and a strategically placed pane of glass!

HIGHWAY ROBE-ERY ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Robespierre, the historical, hysterical character who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. At first I thought he was a doctor in a lab coat, but after a while it became clear that the men in white lab coats were probably out looking for him. "Good God," said David, "Can you imagine him as your anesthesiologist?" "I'd certainly be knocked out," I replied. Meanwhile, as for Robespierre, he continued traipsing up and down 7th Street in the pouring rain. Some say he was out looking for a shop where he could buy some fuzzy slippers to match his bathrobe, but I'm not so sure. He might look ready for Bed and Bath ... but something tells me he's way past Beyond ...!

RABID TRANSIT ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Road Rage was all the rage this morning at 7th and Montana as an Anonymous Maniac pulled his SUV into the bus lane in front of Our Favorite Starbucks and began yelling up a storm. "Hurry Up!," he screamed to his wife, who had run in for a cup of coffee. And then, inexplicably, he turned his attention on Neighbor Gary. "What are you looking at?!?," he hollered, "Mind your own %$#$%# business you #@$%$##." Gary, never the silent type, enraged him further. "What are you talking about?," Gary asked. "You %$@#@, leave me the &^%$ alone," the Hothead continued. On and on it went until Robb ran inside to alert folks that something needed to be done about the Maniac outside. As fate would have it, he alerted none other than Mrs. Maniac, who quietly collected her cappuccino, slunk her way outside and tried to slip into the back seat of the SUV unnoticed. Naturally, I was standing nearby videotaping the whole thing. Copies are available on Blu-ray or DVD for $9.95 each ...!

JAILHOUSE SCHLOCK ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Prisoner of Zenda, an Anonymous Local who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning dressed in prison stripes. "It's getting harder and harder around here to tell who's wearing a costume and who's not," I said, "What's she dressed as, anyway, a bundler from Pavilions?" Frankly, the costume didn't do much for her, but then again, Halloween comes but once year. Tomorrow, the whole outfit can just return to Zenda ...!