So we’re taking advantage of the collapsing commercial real-estate market to expand our offices. One of the offices we’re moving to (and the one in which I will spend most of my time) is on the ground floor of a Class A four-story office building. It’s quite nice, although a bit worn.
Anyway, today my secretary was talking with the building manager making arrangements for our move in a few weeks and he casually mentioned that the fourth floor was completely off-limits and barricaded. Why? It’s the local HQ for the ATF. Apparently they generally keep to themselves, but on occasion they’ll haul in all sorts of ordnance captured from a raid. Once UPS dropped off a large shipment of ammunition at the front door and the manager had to run up to the fourth floor to ask them to come get it as it was quite heavy.
It kind of makes sense they’d be there because the building is very close to Camp Parks, the local military base at which I was told there are several shooting ranges (including one at 300 yards) used by .mil types as well as local law enforcement. Also the Project WESTFORD Radio Telescope, above.
All in all, having these folks as neighbors should be fun!
ATF should be a convenience store, instead of a regulatory agency, but still it should be interesting.
“having these folks as neighbors should be fun!”
Not something the average gun nut would be heard saying. “Interesting”, yes. Fun…?
Still, many in the firearms industry have told me that many, if not most, ATF folks are decent and pleasant. Of course, “most” ATF folks are properly described as “paper pushers”, not special agents, running around stomping kittens…
I call half-sies on any ammunition, firearms, etc. misdirected to your building!
Over heard from the fourth floor: “No, the box of Hornady TAP was mislabled, it was in fact a crate of paper shreddings, the ammo report was false.” Moohoohahah…
See? I told ya that you needed that personalized plate: “NOTAFED”.
That or break out the tinfoil, cause big brother wants to keep a closer eye on you.
That’s sorta funny, and sorta not.