Hierarchy versus Conviviality Stories / Jail /
For my fifteen month (kangaroo) sentence the fed bounced me among a half dozen jails. Some of these posts tell stories from more than one location.
Jail Chess Stories
Jail House Flirt
Leisure vs. Doing Time
Jail Reflections: Race
Morons in Charge!
Palm Beach, Gun Club Road
Everyone should spend a couple of years in jail.
Tayeh, The Little Drummer Girl
In the ‘Hood
Lower Bunk Pass
Jail House Smuggler
St. Lucies County
Palm Beach Salvation Army Half Way House
Fort Pierce Federal Court
Jail Stories Scrapbook
I also tell a number of favorite jail stories at
I organize the stories by location, the order subjective. For chronology see pk’s Jail Map.
Lots of my regular posts — didactic, personal … — contain jail stories: Argo Fed Yourself fer’instance. Some stories get told more than once, sometimes with minor differences. I’ll try to de-dup and smooth in time.
One great thing about jail: you’re in great company! Jesus! Peter, Paul … Tycho Brahe, Galileo, Auerbach … Gandhi!
Unfortunately none of those I’ve mentioned are physically present, you can’t play hearts with them. Neither is the jail set up so that prisoners can learn much about each other: sometimes we can talk, sometimes listen, but it’s impossible to check on things. The child molester claims to be a real estate tycoon; the philosopher, scientist, visionary … is convicted as a terrorist, a child molester … I met many other prisoners who seemed also to be political prisoners: were many of them, any of them, saints in the sense that I am? I didn’t see it. But as I say, jail is not a good place for facts.