The sun rose, embracing its duty to scorch the high desert between the Humbolt and Trinity Ranges. The leather seats of my dreamed-of ’51 Riley saloon burned as I sat for the short drive to the Senior Center to visit the one who raised me, Hope. 212 more words
.....I was surprised at the end. I didn't know it was going there. This is the writing of another man in prison, transcribed by his brother. I have met quite a few other bloggers in prison. You can find a few of them on the right in links section for prison blogs.