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HOGGS II:PRISON JOURNALS

This sequel to HOGGS: Prison Journals delivers more true accounts
of the staff ’s daily lives and interactions with inmates in the State of
California Department of Corrections.
These journals offer a snapshot of the challenges of the job mixed
with insight, humor, and the good and bad decisions of staff. Although
the writing is bent to the jargon of the correctional environment, the
lay person is continually educated in the processes used by staff to
navigate the changing rules and regulations of the department. While
staff, current and retired, may recognize certain details of incidents,
institutions, and personnel, they soon realize that the literary license
of the author allows the story to take on its own version of reality. For
my HOGGS sisters and brothers, be safe.
The saga continues.
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HOGGS: PRISON JOURNALS

If you haven’t lived it, you probably won’t believe it. Thousands of stories are written daily in the minds of Prison Staff, sometimes affectionately called; HOGGS. Now you can insert yourself into the daily routine of the prison environment.  You will be immersed into the mind’s eye of various individuals and their interactions with staff and inmates at various California State Prisons. The reality of long tedious and mundane daily tasks, often unexpectedly erupt into sometimes dangerous and deadly situations. Attention is paid to technical details of locations and procedures. The journals are based on actual events of those who lived them. There are more stories yet to tell. ​
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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES
The rain fell softly through the sodium lights that surrounded the
fence line. The 360-degree view through the windows in the tower
allowed Wilson to watch lights flicker through the trees in the dis-
tance. Headlights on the cars on the freeway that slid along the insti-
tution were their origin. An owl flew through the line of his sight.
Most perimeter towers in the institutions are somewhat circu-
lar, about ten feet wide and about forty feet tall and usually located
adjacent to the fence line. There is a locked steel-reinforced entrance
door at its base. Inside is a narrow spiral stairway leading to a steel-re-
inforced trap door in the floor of the officer’s observation area. The
trapdoor can only be unlocked with a key or from the top by the
officer. Additionally, there is a spotlight on top of the tower that can
be maneuvered by a hand grip hanging from the ceiling attached to
the spotlight. Most of the older towers had no air conditioning or
heat, although many have been retrofitted.
Wilson walked the ten paces around the interior of the tower,
squeezing between the off-centered shelving and toilet in the tower.
He was exercising, doing deep knee-bends, when the institutional
radio came alive. “Control to all units, it’s count time, count time.”
SICQ
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The President and Vice President are elected from two different parties. They are old friends, but a conflict develops when the possibility of actual alien contact is discovered. A multitude of characters are infused into the relationship between the two. As contact with aliens is progressively confirmed, the political schism becomes less of an issue. The effects on humanity are brought to the forefront. Accepting the Truth causes dissension and distrust. Ultimately, choices of belief and the purpose of life are realized.
  • Richard walked slowly through Central Garden gathering empathy from the many plants and trees that graced the paths and brook that entwined this retreat. The solar emission cells produced the ultimate environment for the flora to grow to perfection. All the silent sounds filled the garden with the beautiful colors of a prism. Soft brown soil giving way to gently swirling blue water that caressed each rock in the brook gave complement to the tree implanted in an island in the brook. Atop the arch of the bridge, Richard paused and leaned on the rail with his forearms. His eyes focused on the deep luster of an apple on the tree. His face rolled into abysmal thought that nurtured his soul. The silence was ripped apart by his cool blue eyes resounding the energy generated within his mind. The apple seemed to scream with pain.