Sunday, February 5, 2012

Nobody Knows the Trouble I See

Nobody knows the sorrow. Or at least momentary sorrow. That moment when mom put me in the cage and told me I was staying.
(Scooter inside a prison cell with the door open)

Last weekend, we went to Alcatraz. What a day! Car ride. City walk. Boat ride. Prison tour. Boat ride. City walk. City walk. City walk. People linner (the meal that took place somewhere between lunch time and dinner time). City walk (really, this was getting a bit ridiculous!) And, thankfully, a car ride!

Mama says I was a rock star. I rocked The Rock! We looked in cells and learned how the prisoners lived. (those boys had no privacy!)
(Scooter "doing his business" as a prisoner would)
Their beds were not very comfy either! I could not have taken a nap there! Too hard!
(Scooter sitting on the hard metal bed frame)
There was a pock marked floor where grenades (grenades!) were used to break up a riot.
(Scooter standing, looking up at the camera with pocked concrete all around his feet)

And lots and lots of bars to hold people in (and a dog, every now and then)
(Scooter inside a closed cell, with his snout resting on the bars, looking sad)

We met a former inmate too. He said that it was a life of deprivation, BUT they were all there for a reason. (Robert Luke robbed a bank, then ended up at Alcatraz because he tried to break out of his first prison.)

(Lighthouse like structure on Alcatraz with a bright blue sky behind)

(Scooter on a retaining wall, with the water and Golden Gate bridge in the background)

One thing is for sure. Alcatraz was a prison with a view! It was a beautiful day and just talking about it reminds me of how tired I was when I came home!

Gotta find my tin cup before going into home confinement for a nap.


1 comment:

  1. WOW, what an interesting outing Scooter! Looks like you had a good time! And congrats on being so wonderful!