May 21, 2013 New Folsom Prison. Of turkeys, the blues, and pardons.
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From over 90 degrees yesterday to overcast morning and a cool start. Window theater is open. Perhaps I’ll see turkey chicks for the first time this spring.
We have blues in the art room today, if the volunteer band member from the streets, Grass Valley, shows up. Otherwise it will only be a two-person blues band, which means not much will get done.
I jogged yesterday, and today I’ll walk a mile or so and do bar work on the small yard, which is most often deserted. The big yard is where all the people are and the politics and drama. I’ll also work on my letter to the Governor, although I wont send it until after I ask his office for a sentence reduction at a lower level prison. People say I should try for a pardon or something, so I will.
I hope to find an attorney to help me get the paper work together.
Death in prison is a certain sentence: Prisoners are not released early.
Take a look at what the A.C.L.U. has to say about life without parole.
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Dear Spoon, Wishing you every success in getting the sentence reduction, or better yet, a pardon. You seem like a wise, wonderful man. Thanks for all your poetry and prose. Love and blessings.