Please Wash The Towels


Back in the day, as we old schoolers like to say, you could have food packages sent to you directly from home. We could receive anything friends or family purchased at the local supermarket, from canned goods to freshly baked donuts and cake. This last item often elicited good humor from the guys, such as “That cake doesn’t have a hacksaw middle does it?” *wink-wink* I always found this to be humorous because it’s a stereo type pulled from Hollywood movies or prison lore. Nowadays, every package entering a facility is x-rayed, opened, thoroughly searched and scrutinized, and then handed to you one item at a time. Good luck on that ‘special’ cake.

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Video Fridays Temporarily Ends

 

I’ve  had a lot of fun recording videos every week and letting you all know what’s going on behind these razor wire fences. Unfortunately, I I have to take a break from Friday videos due to unforeseen circumstances.

I will return to weekly videos at the first opportunity. In the meantiime take a look at some of the previous postings. You can find them easily using the search bar above. All of them are chronologically numbered. Thank you for following, It means a lot to me.

Sincerely,

Christopher

“Feed me Seymour. Feed me!”

A very hungry Audrey II in Little Shop of Horrors

Sometime during Operation Desert Storm, when one of my brothers was home on leave from Iraq, he’d said to me that the soldiers were always looking for ways to stay alert and to stay awake on long shifts. I asked him, “What do you guys do to stay awake?” To which he replied, “Energy drinks and coffee.” Wow. You’d think that the military would have a better solution to something like that, kinda like MREs in a pinch. I guess there’s no substitute for good old fashioned caffeine.

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Nowhere To Go But Up


Today’s guest essay touches on the subject of programs and one’s security level. Here in Ohio I am a level 1, the lowest security designation I can possibly achieve. This is also known as “minimum” security. Unlike today’s guest author, it took me 19 years to earn my way here. He on the other hand, started and will finish his lengthy sentence here. Is this fair? What’s the point of minimum if you don’t earn it? Today’s guest author explores these same questions and considers how they both harm and benefit him. I assure you, he is one of the rare New Fish who has his head on straight.

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