It is April 4, 2005 and we here in western New York have had almost twelve inches of snow. A few days ago I was out walking the track in a T-shirt. Reminds me of good old Beckley, WV, where the weather and the seasons seemed to change every 24 hours.
I showed the officers here my bloody socks on Friday. The blood is from walking two hours in the wrong size sneakers. The nurse took one look at my abused toes and quickly wrote out a note to the state shop (supplier of inmate clothing and footwear) telling them to provide me with the proper shoes as soon as possible.
Like things in the federal system, a note from one department to another department does not carry much weight, but my feet are eagerly awaiting the results of this latest attempt to get properly fitting footwear.