C'punks, So I head out before 7 this morning so I can do my civic duty as a juror (don't ask). I go down into the BART station* to await a train. A train to another destination pulls into the platform, stops and sits... and sits... and sits. Finally, a voice comes over the intercom and tells everybody to get off the train because it is going out of service. It seems someone reported "white powder" on the train. Jee-zus! The bad guys have already won if this sort of irrational panic has become the order of the day. Later in the jury room, I discovered some "white powder" on the coffee stand. Instead of having the federal building cleared, I scooped some of it up with my finger and did a quick taste test. Verdict: Sweet n Low. (Now I've got these terrible flu symptoms...) S a n d y *"Bay Area Rapid Transit" for those not familiar with San Francisco.