I'm sorry. I was wrong

摘要

The other day I was up at the FCC's office in Gettysburg. If you've never been there, you're missing one of the most interesting places that the FCC has to offer for a public tour. Well, they don't exactly give tours, but if you're willing to wear one of those really dorky badges that they give out (after doing a background check to see if your friends have given you a nickname like "Pipebomb" or "The Jackal"), you can kinda roam around and see people working. That's right. Contrary to public opinion, there are people who work at the FCC. Take Terry Fishel, for example (or take him to lunch, if you don't mind being tailed by the Federal Employee Conduct Police). Terry's office is decorated in Late American Pile, and we're not talking carpeting here. His shelves have stacks of paper. His floor has stacks of applications. His chairs have stacks of petitions. Even his piles have piles that all the ointment in the world can't cure.