Today I got hit by two different storms....
The first was all the snow which began to come down yesterday. Now the ground is covered with ice and snow as a freezing rain continues to fall from the sky. This will keep me indoors for awhile, and I'm going to miss my evening walks.
But the second storm came this morning when three new trainee correction officers suddenly appeared in front of my cell. They came to do a search for contraband. As soon as I saw them I thought to myself, "Uh oh!"
So when the steel door at the front of the cell slid open, I stepped out onto the gallery while the officers went inside my cell to conduct their search. As is the procedure they systematically examined almost every piece of property I had. All my books, bibles, letters, clothing, storage containers and everything else was checked for anything that seemed to be amiss. The search, which officially began at 9:40 a.m., lasted approximately forty minutes. And by the time they were done I had a mess on my hands. It looked as if a hurricane went through my room.
They were polite, however. They pawed through my belongings with smiles on their faces. At least they didn't tear my property apart. But because they're trainees fresh out of the academy they spent more time with their search than more experienced officers would do. No doubt they wanted to make a good impression for the supervising sergeant. It was a relief when they were done. I had to spend most of the remainder of the day reorganizing and trying to return everything back to its place.
D.B.
But the second storm came this morning when three new trainee correction officers suddenly appeared in front of my cell. They came to do a search for contraband. As soon as I saw them I thought to myself, "Uh oh!"
So when the steel door at the front of the cell slid open, I stepped out onto the gallery while the officers went inside my cell to conduct their search. As is the procedure they systematically examined almost every piece of property I had. All my books, bibles, letters, clothing, storage containers and everything else was checked for anything that seemed to be amiss. The search, which officially began at 9:40 a.m., lasted approximately forty minutes. And by the time they were done I had a mess on my hands. It looked as if a hurricane went through my room.
They were polite, however. They pawed through my belongings with smiles on their faces. At least they didn't tear my property apart. But because they're trainees fresh out of the academy they spent more time with their search than more experienced officers would do. No doubt they wanted to make a good impression for the supervising sergeant. It was a relief when they were done. I had to spend most of the remainder of the day reorganizing and trying to return everything back to its place.
D.B.
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