Just took a break to make a PB&J sandwich and a mug of tea. It is a little after 9:00, and as I was milking the last of the hot water out of the 30 cup coffee pot, noticed that some of my fellow inmates were watching the Mets and Yankees. Wow, people packed into good old Shea Stadium enjoying life.

Thanks to Tasha in Australia. I was really hoping for the music, as I thought my ability to figure out the tune would not be that good. I surprise myself. I have figured out something that is fairly close to the melody, and have even picked out one of the preprogrammed rhythms (Jazz style) and even the chords.

Another one of those things I hate to admit to, but the many hours I have spent practicing on the keyboard have certainly improved both my playing and my ear. It is certainly not big leaps, bit each day, I am a little better than the day before. Practice, practice, practice.

I am still not sure how to respond to the press. I have yet to write anything of substance to H in Canada, and by now I figure she has given up on me. My concerns are still two fold: one being what this place would think about a letter address to a newspaper, even though the rules clearly state we are allowed to freely communicate with the press and the possibility that the eventual story would tie my name and the blog together. Part of me would certainly love the idea of becoming a "celebrity" if only it was limited to Prison Pete.

Even if that was a guarantee, there would still be the possibility that someone directly connected with the NYS Dept. of Corrections would decide to do some snooping around. I am way too sure of the system that keeps me, that if needed I could certainly end up in a whole bunch of trouble. One of the most basic "tricks" is to plant a weapon, (even a bent over can lid) inside my cube, do a search, and all of a sudden I am off to the box and even possibly facing a new charge. Not to mention the numerous roughing-ups I would be subject to from people that work in the boxes.

They have just taken the 10:00 count, so it is lights out and time to shut down for the evening.

I need to write a nice long letter to J, but this time you ended up on top of the pile. I have received two letters from her in the last two weeks and not written her back.

Yes, I do realize, like a lot of my grand plans, this letter was not proofed and printed. It is a direct-to-paper creations and as such I apologize for all the errors, although as I type this line I have yet to read the result to see how badly I have done.

Hope life is good to you for a bit, and the wife, the plumbing, and all life's other problems do not weigh you down too much.  ¶ 9:11 AM