"Behold these chains," moaned Marley's ghost. "The same fate awaits us all. We are bound by budgets and by technical constraints, and unless we change, we are all doomed."
"Humbug!" I cried. "You're not real. You're my imagination-probably just a reaction to a spoiled piece of cheese."
Marley's wispy figure pointed a chained finger towards me. "Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. They will explain the dangers."
As the apparition faded, I realized that Tom Davin and the FISD's generous