CALL ME COLLECT
The downtown jail has narrow windows. The jail, from the outside, doesn’t even look like a jail. It looks like an office building with narrow windows.
Across the street, on West 3rd Street, is a law office with a sign in the window: “Inmates, call collect.”
I was at the county board of revision nearby, trying to get my property taxes lowered.
I liked the downtown government scene. When I was young, I drifted in and out of trials at the Justice Center for fun. I liked the crying and screaming, and the lawyers picking on each other. (This was before cable and reality TV.).
I would like to be a county prosecutor someday and put away bad guys, but I don’t want to go to law school.
I once sneaked into the jury assembly room to get a list of jurors’ names for a trial. (I was a reporter.) I got in some trouble with the authorities and my editor.
Now I spend my time far away from the Justice Center. I miss the action down there.
Inmates, call me collect. Not a good use of your one call, but I’d like to hear from you.
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