I remember it like that, too. The station that hired me at 14, WHSC in Hartsville, pounded the info we needed to pass all three elements(1-FCC law, 2-Phonetic alphabet, 9-transmitter reading math-for lack of a better term) into our heads. We had to pass an in-house test that made the actual FCC exam pale in comparison...and we only had one chance to pass it. We could've gone to Savannah to take the exam, but they only offered the exam once or twice a month then, as I recall(may be a little off, there), so, when me and another guy(Mike Hickey) passed the in-house exam, they gave us each 25 bucks and told us to go to the ATL. I couldn't drive, so Mike's uncle drove us down. I know what you mean, Al, about the 'ladies of the evening'. This was 1975 before they cleaned Peachtree Street up. Peep shows, adult bookstores, strip clubs...all bathed in the eye-catching(read:eyesore) fluorescent orange paint and multicolored neon that was a dead giveaway of the XXX trade back then. Like many of you, I remember plowing thru the exam in a classroom of about 30-35 people. I was nervous as hell. I finished before everyone, so, since I was only 14, I was SURE I'd failed. I moped back to my desk waiting for the inevitable news that I'd effed the whole thing up. I was in the middle of figuring out what I was going to tell my Dad and, I was sure, my 'ex' employers at WHSC when the exam grader called me back up to the window. I did the walk of shame up to the window. All the lady said was, 'PASS'. I had to ask her what that meant. She replied with a terse, 'You passed. That's what it means.' I couldn't believe it. I let out a bloodcurdling 'WOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!' which didn't exactly ingratiate me with the other exam takers. It was the first time in my life that I felt like, if I applied myself, I could accomplish anything. Initially, I thought this thread was a dead end, but it apparently brought back memories I haven't had in decades. How strange. I guess I was right in one respect...it WAS nostalgia. Plus, it's a hell of a lot cheaper than therapy.