The Mother of all Mail Calls.
As many of you already know by now, mail call is the highlight of an inmate's day. It could be a highlight, if you do not get any mail well then it is just not that special at all.
The last day of May, the day following a three day weekend, certainly gave me one of my "biggest" mail calls. I received:
Four New York Times. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Monday.
Two Magazines. INC. and PC.
One large envelope containing one letter, two paperback books, three pages of jokes, and two sermons. This package was from Reverend Paul, a pastor I have been in contact with throughout my incarceration. He can always be counted on to bring humor and thought provoking issues for me to deal with.
One letter. Last and certainly not least, a letter from the hard working, frequently abused Editor; the best friend a person could have.
Of course the arrival of all that mail in one day means that I had better get cracking and issue the necessary return letters, to assure yet another letter from the two above individuals. I also need to get reading the papers since there is a concern on behalf of some of the officers here that I might have too much newspaper in my locker. The regulations allow for fourteen newspapers, but the New York Times is certainly more voluminous than most papers.
I could not resist starting the one book as it is written by a pastor's son. The book is titled "Blood Done Sign My Name" and is written by Timothy B. Tyson. I ended up reading till 2:30 AM and am up to page 138.
The book deals with growing up during the 60's and 70's as a white person in North Carolina and experiencing all the turmoil of the Civil Rights Movement. It is really tough to put this book down. I will be discussing it further once I have finished it.
I have managed to finish off two novels in the last week. "Deadly Pursuit" by Brain Harper and "The Exorcist" by William Peter Blatty. I am also reading "The Killer Angels" by Michael Shaara.