My Time in the County Jail
By ELLIOT SILBERBERG
MILAN — I did time in a Colorado Rockies jail 25 years ago — as a county jailer. The place was often overcrowded and the sheriff was a nervous wreck for fear of lawsuits. The main cell was built to hold no more than six prisoners. Sunday mornings might find 12 or more inmates snoring uneasily on makeshift bunk beds inside.
A second large cell had another small cell inside it, Russian egg style. That was called the Bear Cage, and famously once held the outlaw Butch Cassidy. It was for the dangerous prisoners and those with delirium tremens.
A mixture of law, politics, autobiography and humour. Once described as "The Devilish Advocate" (Guardian), I do have the ability to provoke a response. Sometimes it comes from someone who uses a thought process, and sometimes from jerks usually associated with the knee.
No comments:
Post a Comment