Notes from the Land of Oz

Ye Are Not All Clean

The prison choir was asked to sing at the Maundy Thursday service. I’d never been to one. It would be interesting. There would be foot-washing.

Jail Bird

I was looking down at the yard from the third tier. The guys who had been playing a pick-up game of basketball were now tramping through the perennials.

Aseptic Technique

I was at my workbench in the hobbycraft shop when a fellow prisoner sidled up to me and asked in a low voice, “Doc, got a minute?

Prozac in Prison

Once a week I climbed the metal stairs to the third-floor office of the mental health counselor.  The stairs ran up the outside of the building like an oversized fire escape.

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