And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God,
and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and Marvelous
are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true
are thy ways, thou King of saints.
Revelation 15:3
On Monday afternoon, shortly after the lunch meal was completed and I returned to my temporary cell, the E-South housing officer came over to tell me to gather my property because I would be moving back to D-North...
and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and Marvelous
are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true
are thy ways, thou King of saints.
Revelation 15:3
On Monday afternoon, shortly after the lunch meal was completed and I returned to my temporary cell, the E-South housing officer came over to tell me to gather my property because I would be moving back to D-North...
My stay in E-South was a short one. So I said my goodbyes and, when a delivery wagon became available I piled my possessions onto the wagon for the return trip. An inmate by the name of Dean helped me to load the vehicle. We both then pushed it down the corridor into the D-North building. Dean also helped me to unload it as well. And when we were done I gave him a generous tip of six Hershey bars. In prison this is considered a fair payment for work rendered, especially since he volunteered to assist me on such a hot day. We were dripping with sweat.
Thus by three o'clock I was back in my old living quarters. In my absence, however, one of the civilian construction workers had apparently shut off my electricity. So the D-North officer had to call for the prison's maintenance crew to send someone over to restore the power. I then spent the remainder of Monday and much of Tuesday cleaning and unpacking.
After being gone for five days I found the floor covered with soot from the welder's torch. There was cinder dust and dozens of cinder block chips scattered about my room, and someone used the toilet and hadn't flushed it. I, therefore, when through all my old rags and used up a few of my own sponges to get the place clean again. This was an ordeal that I'm happy to be done with.
D.B.
My stay in E-South was a short one. So I said my goodbyes and, when a delivery wagon became available I piled my possessions onto the wagon for the return trip. An inmate by the name of Dean helped me to load the vehicle. We both then pushed it down the corridor into the D-North building. Dean also helped me to unload it as well. And when we were done I gave him a generous tip of six Hershey bars. In prison this is considered a fair payment for work rendered, especially since he volunteered to assist me on such a hot day. We were dripping with sweat.
Thus by three o'clock I was back in my old living quarters. In my absence, however, one of the civilian construction workers had apparently shut off my electricity. So the D-North officer had to call for the prison's maintenance crew to send someone over to restore the power. I then spent the remainder of Monday and much of Tuesday cleaning and unpacking.
After being gone for five days I found the floor covered with soot from the welder's torch. There was cinder dust and dozens of cinder block chips scattered about my room, and someone used the toilet and hadn't flushed it. I, therefore, when through all my old rags and used up a few of my own sponges to get the place clean again. This was an ordeal that I'm happy to be done with.
D.B.
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