Opening The Shed

Sent July 17, 2009

My father was a guard at San Quentin, and we lived on the prison grounds. Occasionally, inmates came by and helped with yard work. One day, Mom lost the keys to the shed. A man who was mowing the lawn offered to help. Picking up a hammer, he gave the lock two sharp taps, and it magically opened. "Wow," said Mom. "How did you do that so quickly?" Handing back the hammer, the prisoner said, "Ma'am, I'm not in this place for nothing."