With the arrival of spring and longer days, this old jail bird was reminiscing about all the springs spent as a guest at correctional facilities. The Director of the halfway house was out for the day, so I hot-wired the van and took a drive through the countryside. I placed caches fashioned from junk I found on the floor of the van at locations that reminded me of these prisons. These are all P&G’s with convenient parking, though not all are simple to find.
This location took me back to Rikers Island where we were surrounded by water. Although Rikers is a jail, not a prison, the metal bars were just as hard.
Bring a pen.