Every day we wake up, shower, get on that crazy highway, and work at an office, or a jobsite, or, as I used to do, a prison. working at a prison was quite a trip. I worked at a psychiatric unit, in which many prisoners were "catch-outs" looking for a vacation from the harsh prison life in so-called "real" units. Our unit was not real because so few were compeltely connected to reality. I'll come back tomorrow, and regale you with tales of the depresssed prisoners that made up our psych unit.