Psychic spam -- somebody needs an e-mail!

Today's spam: Ticket Offer for a Sensational World-Renowned Psychic Medium

You know, if John Edward was really such a hot-shot medium, my "loved ones on the other side" would have surely told him that I don't want the frickin' tickets.

Once upon a time in Northern Virginia

The time: 8 a.m.

The place: Starbucks

Suddenly, the dull roar of commuter chatter and barrista calls is cut by the opening notes of Morricone's haunting theme for "A Fistful of Dollars".

Waaa waaa waaaaaaaaaa du du du duuuuuu

Ahead of me in line, a fully uniformed Fairfax County police officer whips his cell phone out of its hip holster and answers the call.

Somewhere near Carmel, CA, Clint Eastwood squints into the rising sun and smiles.