Old memories awaken. Halfway through the shift sometimes the phone would ring and I'd hear a supervisor say, "You won the lottery." That means what was called "the computer" (because maybe it was and maybe it wasn't) had selected me for a random drug test. That means someone would watch me do something with a cup that came with a cap. I always considered that a break, especially if I was a rover in a day room full of inmates. Even if you were a cube officer (you watch and push buttons to let rovers through doors) locked up in a safe place, getting out for a little while was a nice change. You always got relieved first. No way I could do that job now. I'm a 76-year-old cripple. A foot became deformed due to a lack of blood flow. That blood flow got fixed with an implanted stent but alas too late.

Hubby is on home hospice now. Without those wonderful aides and nurses I would be struggling. Thanks for your work, Carl.