Visited a friend's relative in the joint, 10 years or so ago.. Phil was in the visiting room that day, so he must have had someone who liked him well enough to visit him.
I didn't get to see Charlie Manson that day though.
Pics or it didn’t happen.
The camera was something I wasn't willing to keester in that day.
Heck, I think I had to check my keys in at the desk even.
I feel nekkid without a pocket knife in my pocket too, been carrying one since grade school. Boomers grew up like that.
