Birds play a part in prison-life; at least in mine. Being surrounded by walls and razorwired fences, the fowl have to come to us.

Once, I was flown across America on a prison transport plane that landed in California. We were then driven to a federal pen in Lompac. Why I was taken there, I do not know. I can only believe it was another way for the then prosecutor in my case to mess with me. I was [...]

Bunk beds are cute in the free-world home, especially for children. Try sleeping on one for 20+ years as an adult. After years of it, one’s lower back can be ruined, unless, upon waking you stretch and exercise. Those who don’t usually end up in wheel-chairs.

Today, Father’s Day, my thoughts have sorrow. I shall of course phone my daughter Francesca. Her brother, Raymond, who we lost to tragedy a few years back… his memory is with me ever so strong today. Why not?? For it is human. No matter how strong one can be, it is ok to have feelings. [...]

Today, I find myself sitting here in the “yard”. I’m sitting on a low concrete divider that divides the grass from more concrete.
Not too far from me is a long line of inmates waiting to get into the chow hall… I watch them and write. Because of this blog I am never without a pad [...]