I've now gotten a taste of what the victims of a bad hurricane must feel like when it passes through their area and rips apart their homes...
At approximately six o'clock this evening, two members of the prison's search team entered my cell and looked through all my possessions. Nothing was missed. Every family photo was glanced at. Every letter was thumbed through. Every container was opened and one of the guards even sniffed inside my sugar bowl, I assume, to make sure it was indeed sugar and not eight ounces of pure cocaine.
In addition, the officers ran their hands across every piece of clothing. Likewise, my appliances, such as a little 6-inch fan, my portable radio and even this typewriter, were carefully examined. It's all a part of the routine, and every inmate gets the same treatment.
The guards who searched my cell were big, hulking men. Yet they were polite and very professional. They'd smile and speak courteously to me as they tore through my property. They also confiscated several plastic hangers, a few empty bread bags, a small amount of disinfectant, and a few other items that, in their opinion, I shouldn't have.
Fortunately, however, my property suffered no damage. But for now it's a matter of trying to get everything back into order.
For the time being, though, I've left almost all my property in piles. It's too much to try to organize things at this late hour. But what I did do is place my typewriter back on my steel table-top so that I could prepare this journal entry. I've got my toothbrush and toothpaste too. So I'm set for tonight.
D.B.
In addition, the officers ran their hands across every piece of clothing. Likewise, my appliances, such as a little 6-inch fan, my portable radio and even this typewriter, were carefully examined. It's all a part of the routine, and every inmate gets the same treatment.
The guards who searched my cell were big, hulking men. Yet they were polite and very professional. They'd smile and speak courteously to me as they tore through my property. They also confiscated several plastic hangers, a few empty bread bags, a small amount of disinfectant, and a few other items that, in their opinion, I shouldn't have.
Fortunately, however, my property suffered no damage. But for now it's a matter of trying to get everything back into order.
For the time being, though, I've left almost all my property in piles. It's too much to try to organize things at this late hour. But what I did do is place my typewriter back on my steel table-top so that I could prepare this journal entry. I've got my toothbrush and toothpaste too. So I'm set for tonight.
D.B.
