The Prison Chronicles

Friday night at Lompoc Federal Prison Camp: after a dinner of battered deep-fried chicken strips, canned corn, faded green lettuce and a banana, I walked the circle around the camp alone, tonight. The muscles around my two hip replacements hurt a little, five days of unaccustomed physical work had stiffened them up. I walked slowly and stiff-legged. The fog had come in early, the air was a bit chilled, and my spirits were elevated.