July 1999
What to Say to a Dead Man
A cold January Georgia wind tore at the flaps of my coat and threw away the tinny words from the solitary little squawk box. I had just pushed a button and announced myself to the six-inch steel grid of a box embedded in the concrete slab of a sign that read "United States Penitentiary, Atlanta." The tired afternoon sun slunk behind the cement wall.
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