Last night, while I was scribbling some notes at Starbucks, a guy sauntered in, wearing a two or three day old beard, slid his backpack from his shoulder onto the long table normally reserved for physically challenged folks.

Then, slowly, painfully, his started unloading the contents of his bag, ostensibly setting up shop.

First a music player came out, along with huge earphones, the type you see pilots of 777