A pen, paper cup and pair of reading glasses lie fastened to a desk in an old unused trailer. The bonding agent? A 10 year old coffee and sugar concoction fashioned wholly from unsteady hands - hands that plugged away each day at an old keyboard, rummaged files for lost memos and reports and thumbed frantically through obsolete versions of the company phone listing - hands that no longer toil for an annual wage but now steadily hold the daily tabloid at arms length.