Dark steel-blue walls lined the doored cooridor leading to his room. Flickering flourecent lights gave the whole journey down the hall seem like a march from The Green Mile. Wafting through the air was the stail marriage of bruised bananas, warmed iced tea, and cardboard strips of meat half eaten on discarded trays. But with the flip of the lid Doug announced a triumphant proclamation, “Wireless is available.”