... and all I got was this lousy t-shirt

I spent over eight years working in Congress and I keep thinking that somewhere in there is a story to tell that someone would want to read but I just can't find it.

Sure I have plenty of anecdotes. There was the time the backdrop I assembled collapsed no more than two minutes after the senators and press had left the room... There was the time I shook hands with Jesse Helms when he thought I was part of a Russian delegation that happened to be on the same elevator with us... And who can forget the time Chuck Schumer farted on me? I guess I'm not going to be writing an exposé of any sort any time soon; at least not without a healthy dose of James Frey treatment.