I just sat down with a steaming caramel latte. I inhaled the rich, enticing aroma of my extra shot of espresso and sighed. Coffee's just not the same in North America. There's filtered, and then there's overly flavored so people can say they drink coffee without actually doing so. No one really goes beyond that and explores the exuberant variety that Australia so graciously offered me. But here, one is too black, the other is mostly sugar. Of course, that's all a matter of opinion. I've had to find ways of compromising without paying two grand for a nice machine myself, or being trouble for any barista who has already had to deal with impatient, nitpicky customers all day long. I reached for the procurable newspaper in front of me and flipped through the Saturday special. Under top news there it screamed. "Vigilante Justice Rears Its Ugly Head". I leaned forward in my chair. Whenever I hear that word, only one thing comes to mind. Rorschach. The psychotic ...