Should I forget the area code of the city where I lived for over 40 years prior to coming to Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp, I have only to observe the large "254 Central Texas" tattooed on the back of the bald head of one of my inmate brothers. The back of another inmate's head has the Midland area code which might be good for future reference. I realized this month that the inmate in the bunk next to me never uses a towel. Upon investigation, I have determined that he uses
Everyone has a few words they don't like, but there is one word which elicits acute pain in my heart. The word is fentanyl. Maybe you heard about it in 2016 when an overdose took the life of Prince. My introduction was from a Midland, Texas, police detective who called two months after my precious son Walton's death to tell me the cause. I had to ask him to repeat the word, then spell it. Now I know that fentanyl is a synthetic opioid. It's 50 times more potent than heroin an
I recently had an enlightening conversation with an inmate here at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp. He's in the middle of a long sentence for drug related charges. He's smart, universally well liked and talented, but he's experienced a side of American life unknown to me. I've paraphrased below his answers to some of the many questions I asked him. Q: What illegal drugs did you sell?
A: We sold cocaine and marijuana only--recreational drugs. We never sold heroin, meth, or a
Human nature teaches us to believe that whatever we are experiencing is real and permanent. For example, I know that I've been at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp for 716.5 days, but who's counting. We also know that every day has 24 hours and every year has 365 days, with leap year thrown in for accuracy. We have only to observe the moon on a clear evening to understand predictability. We sense these things are permanent, but are they? Did you know that 450 million years ago,
Americans enjoy the freedom to be nitwits. I should know that, as I'm an inmate at Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp, but I'm thinking about some specific examples. We've had a steady stream of them lately reacting to an administration they don't like or support. Kathy Griffin, a D list comedienne, recently held up a bloody facsimile of President Trump's head and apparently thought someone somewhere would think it was funny. Reza Aslan, a religious writer and host of the CNN sho
This, in memory of my eternal friend E. Duncan Manning, whose body left this earth 5 years ago. He's still alive in my heart, making frequent token appearances, always arriving fashionably late with only a $100 Silver Certificate in his wallet that he "hates to break just to buy lunch." I believe he'll appreciate these uniquely personal thoughts. As I write this from Bastrop Federal Satellite Camp, I feel as if I'm between a rock and hard place. While writing can sometimes be