Bathroom Restrictions. Alas, there was no answer at Mom and Dad's and I do not have your cell number memorized. Besides, hopefully at 7:00 PM last night you were on your way home from a day of skiing. I thought of the odds of seeing you on the road as we passed through your town at around 7:00 AM. I saw a car or two with snowboards and an enclosed roof carrier, but they were not you.

Well it is now about 3:00 PM and the shift just changed. Dinner will follow soon. I hate not having anything to munch on. It is a long time to go from dinner to breakfast.

On the Murphy's Law side, I ended up eating my oatmeal cookie Wednesday evening at the county jail. I figured no way would I be transferred on Thursday. Ha, gotcha! I did have one last pack of M&M's so I ate that as I cleared out of my cell.

Three different guys got up to beg for my worldly possessions and I spread out my goods among four people.

Another limiting thing here is showers are restricted to ten minutes and only allowed on Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday. There is one shower adjacent to each group of six cells. You are allowed to shower if you get called down for a visit, but the rulebook points out that this cuts into your visiting time!

They also configure the toilet to flush only two times per hour. I am not sure if that is exactly one time every half hour or not. Oh, I just learned that you can flush twice in a row. But suffice it to say that having the shits could be a real olfactory joy!

I still cannot have a radio or any music. The typewriter thing is also not an option at this point. I think for now that you should simply hold all my letters and let us see what comes next. I would like to be able to write you some nice long letters and spend the time really writing and polishing stuff for the blog. Blog stuff can then be typed by those willing volunteers.

I managed to save Summer's last post about ADD and appeals. Here too I am thinking of doing some letter writing that you can just scan and email to her. I will write a little slower and hopefully neater.

Her question on ADD is thought provoking and while I do not have any direct experience with ADD drugs, I would like to kick the signs around with her. Provided you think you can scan and send my writing.

Now let us see, a story about your Dad. I wish I remembered more and I wish I had kept better contact once we moved, but hey, I was just a stupid kid and my parents certainly could not easily maintain the contacts with former church members. Another casualty of being a Pastor's kid.

To writ, I believe there was only one ski trip while I was living in Brooklyn. You guys did the inviting and your Dad picked me up in Brooklyn. We went to Silvermine (Bear Mountain) as I recall.

At the time we went I did not have any ski gloves so an older couple lent me a pair of wool dress gloves, the kind with the leather handprint on the palm. I guess they had a J-bar and T-bar, but I remember taking my first rope tow too.

I was behind you I think, and once the rope hit the steep part of the hill I loosened my grip and the rope started burning through the dress gloves. I fell, and the mess followed.
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