ga('create', 'UA-57346085-1', 'auto');
I take a seat outside unsure how long I am going to be waiting and unsure what exactly is going on.
I did not understand it at the time but as I looked around, I saw people standing in seemingly random spots across the parking lot, looking up at the sky. Very odd. I later found out the inmates would write to their families and tell them where to stand somehow and then the guys would be able to look out through these slatted, thick windows and literally stare at their families who couldn't see them back. Something so stupid, but so meaningful. At MDC, and at later facilities as well, I used to do the same thing- stand in random pre-agreed spots and look up. Even though I couldn’t see him (IF the building had windows, they were usually thick doubled pained, dirty, covered with mesh and usually angled so there was no way for an outsider to see in) at least he could stare out at me. I should probably mention that not only were there no windows, the majority of the time that Dan spent at MDC he never even got to see sunlight except if he went out to the yard, ah hang on…I’ll get to the yard in a bit.
Fine is all relative.
She is very annoyed with me. This makes me very nervous. I get an eye roll from Number Two as he passes me. I return to my seat and realize I do not have a pen because I followed the instructions about not bringing anything in to visiting… the same nice woman from before taps me and wordlessly hands me a pen. She has definitely done this a few times before. I fill out the form, return the pen and approach the glass.