Men with power tools. Men with video cameras. Men with audio
drop-ins they haven't had access to for more than four months.
(I haven't missed the Yoko Ono tape.) Men with disturbing
stories about Charlie Stossel. And women who stop by the
studio to play a video of themselves "roughing up the suspect"
without telling their husbands they were going to do it. It's
one for the time capsule, my friends.
