I was in prison(it's a long story).
I had earned special privileges for good behavior and for my strong work ethic while working in the laundry room. One of my privileges was the opportunity to host discussion groups for inmates. Some guys hosted sports talk groups, some hosted groups about politics, some about religion. It was a good way for inmates to discuss important issues in a safe environment. Guards were there in case it got too intense.
I wanted to host a discussion group about Walt Disney World. I tried three times, but nobody showed up. I even had topics announced in advance:
-"Horizons? More Like No-rizons, Am I Right?"
-"The Tomorrowland Speedway is a Road to Nowhere"
-"You Wouldn't Eat a Giant Turkey Leg In Front of Your Neighbors: What Theme Park Eating Habits Teach Us About Ourselves"
Finally, after the third unsuccessful attempt, one of the guards felt sorry for me and said "Hey man, there's this thing where dudes, and a few ladies, sit around each week and talk about Disney World. We started listening to it because our last trip was such a fiasco. We left after one day because we got lost at Animal Kingdom and just kept circling around Tree of Life over and over and never found any of the rides. Then my bunions flared up and we just went on home."
He couldn't bring me recordings of the show, as I had not yet earned the privilege of using any electronic devices. But his kid was taking a typing class at his high school, so for extra credit he would type up a transcript of the show and his dad would bring it to me each week. There were a lot of typos each week(A lot of times he said the host was "Pert Wanger", but I could still make out most of it. I would sit in my cell and read the transcript of the show and imagine that I was in the discussion too. At one point I made little puppets to represent each of the team members and "acted out" the show in what I imagined their voices sounded like, but that is all I'm going to say about that.
I was released a few years ago. When the board asked me if I had any final words, I said "I'm just happy to be paroled here". I got a good chuckle out of that. They didn't get it.
One of the first things I did after getting out of the joint was learning how to use "the internet", and that's when I was able to watch and listen to the show each week, as well as chat with you fine folks here on this discussion board.
I'll never forget that kind prison guard, and his son's typing teacher.