It’s a good 400 paces, maybe 450, heading north from the Visitor’s parking lot to the Gatehouse at Menard Correctional Center. Once inside, you retrace almost every one of those steps, heading south along Front Street, in order to reach the Chapel.
No big deal on a nice day. But when nasty weather rears, the walk can be brutal.
Continue readingI’ve already been warned.
Continue readingOk, so maybe it didn’t break the space-time continuum exactly. But it was still kinda weird to witness something of a time-warp yesterday.
Continue readingI wasn’t present at this past Friday’s pickle ball match. And perhaps that’s a good thing, because I hear that it descended into something of a public shaming.
The splendor of Antelope Canyon can take your breath away. Unless you drive right past it.
He’s called an “offender” in the common parlance of the prison administration, but I encountered Ted as more of a “teacher” yesterday.
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