I've refrained from writing much about the Foley scandal because so many others have said what I would so much better, but now I have an interesting story to share courtesy of my friend Anastasia.
Anastasia lives in Florida. Over the past year or so, she's worked part-time for a local psychologist (my guess is that she gives people psychological problems and then refers them to him, but she denies referring them to anyone). Late this week, she dropped by his office to chat, and noticed that one of the elevators had that temporary padding the maintenance guys usually put up when they're moving furniture and such. It came up in their conversation, and he said "You've never read the building's directory, have you?" It turns out that the same building was home to Mark Foley's office. They both speculated how many times they might have walked right past him without knowing who he was. She tried to convince her psychologist friend to help her haul out some free furniture, but he declined. He did say, though, that - due to the nature of his practice - he'd been asked by some local papers to give some commentary on the subject. He turned them down, which is a wise move in my opinion...there's really no way to get involved in a story like this without getting at least some shit spattered on you.
Here's the really interesting part: on her way out, she stopped to take a look at the building directory she'd walked past so many times. It was the kind with plastic sign-strips listing the name and office number of each occupant, and the spot where Foley's name would have been had been replaced with what looked like a blank strip. On closer inspection, she realized that the strip had been flipped over, and Foley's name was still on the back. The directory case was open...no one was around...what to do? Well, duh...she reached in to grab it. Just at that moment, one of the maintenance guys came around the corner and yelled at her, so she scampered off. Talk about missed opportunities; I'm sure that thing would have fetched a handsome price on eBay someday. She told me this story on the phone, and then tried to recruit her brother the doctor (who had heard the whole story as she relayed it to me) to help her go back and get it. He just stared at her and then wandered off. I think she gets that a lot. She shouted after him that, if he wasn't willing to drive her over there, would he go get it himself? He didn't reply, so he was either ignoring her or getting into his ninja outfit. If there's further news on this story, I'll let you know.