Sooooo Nice to Sleep Late

I slept till one o'clock today— it was completely relaxing and felt wonderful to indulge (not that I don't indulge myself in various ways quite often).

( Only Fellow Cat Owners Will Be Able to Even Remotely Appreciate this Boring LJ-Cut )

I stopped by my mom's house today to interview her for the latest paper I have to write, which is about Angola generally (I haven't decided on a more specific topic yet). My mom lived in the little town inside Angola Prison's gates during the summer when she was nineteen; her dad had been offered a position as summer recreation director for the prison, which he readily accepted because he needed the money, he was actually a high school basketball coach. My mom told me a story about a former inmate called "Acey" who was payed to work around the house her family had at Angola: apparently Acey had been jailed when he was in his late teens or early twenties for a violent robbery, but received a pardon many years later when he was in his late fifties or early sixties. Acey attempted to return to society, but when he did he realized everyone he knew from his life before Angola was dead, so he returned to work at Angola as an employee. It was the only place he felt he belonged anymore. She told me some more interesting stories, but that's the only one I think I'll use for my paper.

( The Garden )