Am I crazy? Did we share something in that Starbucks last week on 2nd? I was the tall gangly bespeckled boy with a copy of Rimbaud's A Season in Hell and piercings covering my face. You were the gray-haired matron reading The South Beach diet and drinking herbal tea. Eyes meet, winks exchanged. Let's make our own version of Harold and Mode ... [email protected] is my e-mail.