Doing Time Together

Each time I drive up the long narrow roadway, nothing but grassy, open fields to my left and to my right, and that God forsaken giant wall ahead, I still have moments when I think to myself, "How did I get here?" Church girl, college educated, Master's degree, fairly accomplished in my career. What am I doing here?? It's something about seeing that wall in the distance that makes me sad and makes my mind drift for a moment. Still, I continue driving as I make my way to the visitor's section of the parking lot. As always, the first thing I do is a quick look around to see how many other cars are there. I try to arrive as early as they'll allow (usually around 7:30 A.M.) so I can grab a number. Processing for visiting starts at 8:30. The waiting room fills up fast -- particularly on weekends -- so the later I arrive, the longer it takes before I can get checked in, searched, and make my way to the visiting room. Every single second of every single v...