Lockdown

Dad wrote me a letter dated October 24, 2006. The prison is in lockdown for a week. This means sack lunches, cell shakedowns and strip searches. Regarding the latter, Dad writes:

Tomorrow morning (Wednesday) we will go to Gym for searching everything and did you know that we have to remove clothes off and searches head to toes. And we have bending down and pull butts open and show officers our anuses (asshole) no joking. I wish I could farts to officers faces. Ha.

Yeesh. Thanks for the mental picture, Dad! And don't go farting in their faces, either. I have to face these guys during our next visit and it's already awkward enough knowing that they know what your butthole (anus) looks like!

Blogger has been a real punk lately. I've lost a few entries and have been unable publish stuff on my calendar and index pages. It's especially annoying since I don't have time to waste on crap like that. Argh!

Quick Dad update, I haven't heard from him in a while. Around the time of the last entry and in response to his letter, I sent him $50 and renewed his USA Today subscription for a year so I'm guessing he's busy reading and gambling on football. I just sent an additional $40 yesterday so he should have plenty to re-pay Mr. Heard (his cellie), buy new thermals and have plenty leftover to play on the grids every week. I hope his luck is better than last year when he ended up owing a bunch of inmates. I want him to enjoy some strawberry ice cream and oatmeal pies, not rack up a gambling debt!