calm voice announced the reason for the alert.
“MEDICAL EMERGENCY IN TWO SOUTH GOLF. MEDICAL EMERGENCY IN TWO SOUTH GOLF.”
The dinging continued.
Jerry and Josh watched with increasing interest as a flurry of activity erupted in the clinic. Pens and pencils were dropped, and chairs were shoved around as nurses got up from the desks. One nurse ran over to a wheelchair, which appeared to be loaded down with an oxygen tank and other medical supplies, and began wheeling it towards the exit. Other nurses, and even the PAs, materialized as if from nowhere from offices and exam rooms. Soon, within thirty seconds, a whole group of medical staff was heading towards the hallway leading out of the clinic.
All activity in the clinic came to an abrupt halt. The medical staff had seemingly vaporized, and the only people remaining in the clinic were COs and inmates. For a short time, the only sound that could be heard was the dinging. Josh was the first to speak.
“Wow. What do ya think about that?”
“This place is a trip – I’ll say that much,” Jerry replied, as he shook his head back and forth. He continued to muse. “It seems like there’s always an emergency of some sort taking place around here. If I ever get out of this place, I’m gonna have nightmares whenever I hear a dinging sound. I’ll be like a war-veteran who has PTSD. Even a little noise like an alarm clock will probably set me off.”
“You’ve got that right,” Josh chimed in. In the background, the dinging continued for approximately 10 minutes. And then it suddenly stopped.
Stuart Co. Jail, Tank 3D
31 August, 2:15 PM
AFTER HIS trip to the clinic, Josh had returned to his tank. He hadn’t been there long when he was told by a CO that he’d be moving to Tank 3D; in the New Jail. Apparently, his “classification” was such that he could be housed with other inmates who were not considered high security threats. This meant that he no longer had to share a tiny little cell with another inmate who might possibly be a robber, rapist, or murderer. Instead, he’d once again be housed in a dormitory-style tank similar to the one where he’d been after he was booked-in.
The move over went without a hitch, and Josh settled into his new surroundings. He could tell immediately that he’d like this tank a lot better than the previous one. The atmosphere was far less oppressive, and the inmates seemed much nicer. For entertainment, there was a little bookstand filled with paperbacks, and he could even borrow a board game from the CO if he felt so inclined. Josh was happy, but still on his guard.
It didn’t take long before he’d become acquainted with the daily routine of his new tank. Breakfast was served at 4 AM, lunch at 10 AM, and dinner at 4 PM. In between those times, and mostly on the weekdays, there were various other things that took place. Besides courts, clinic, lockdowns, and med pass, there was also visiting, recreation time, and attorney visits. On certain days of the week, there was linen and laundry exchange. On Sunday, there was commissary. During the rest of the time there was TV, people-watching – and, of course, boredom.
Stuart Co. Jail, Tank 3D
Visiting Room #2
31 August, 7 :20 PM
WITH A piercing voice the CO yelled out Josh’s name, and then followed up by saying that his visitor was waiting for him in Room #2. Josh had been looking forward to this visit with his brother, Ben, for the last few days, so he quickly got down off his bunk and proceeded towards the door of the tank. He was met there by the CO, who opened the door and then escorted him to the visiting room.
Upon entering through the doorway, Josh immediately noticed his brother seated in an old fiberglass bucket-shaped chair on the “visitor” side of the room. Between the two men there was a one inch thick glass partition which was clearly designed to limit the
“MEDICAL EMERGENCY IN TWO SOUTH GOLF. MEDICAL EMERGENCY IN TWO SOUTH GOLF.”
The dinging continued.
Jerry and Josh watched with increasing interest as a flurry of activity erupted in the clinic. Pens and pencils were dropped, and chairs were shoved around as nurses got up from the desks. One nurse ran over to a wheelchair, which appeared to be loaded down with an oxygen tank and other medical supplies, and began wheeling it towards the exit. Other nurses, and even the PAs, materialized as if from nowhere from offices and exam rooms. Soon, within thirty seconds, a whole group of medical staff was heading towards the hallway leading out of the clinic.
All activity in the clinic came to an abrupt halt. The medical staff had seemingly vaporized, and the only people remaining in the clinic were COs and inmates. For a short time, the only sound that could be heard was the dinging. Josh was the first to speak.
“Wow. What do ya think about that?”
“This place is a trip – I’ll say that much,” Jerry replied, as he shook his head back and forth. He continued to muse. “It seems like there’s always an emergency of some sort taking place around here. If I ever get out of this place, I’m gonna have nightmares whenever I hear a dinging sound. I’ll be like a war-veteran who has PTSD. Even a little noise like an alarm clock will probably set me off.”
“You’ve got that right,” Josh chimed in. In the background, the dinging continued for approximately 10 minutes. And then it suddenly stopped.
Stuart Co. Jail, Tank 3D
31 August, 2:15 PM
AFTER HIS trip to the clinic, Josh had returned to his tank. He hadn’t been there long when he was told by a CO that he’d be moving to Tank 3D; in the New Jail. Apparently, his “classification” was such that he could be housed with other inmates who were not considered high security threats. This meant that he no longer had to share a tiny little cell with another inmate who might possibly be a robber, rapist, or murderer. Instead, he’d once again be housed in a dormitory-style tank similar to the one where he’d been after he was booked-in.
The move over went without a hitch, and Josh settled into his new surroundings. He could tell immediately that he’d like this tank a lot better than the previous one. The atmosphere was far less oppressive, and the inmates seemed much nicer. For entertainment, there was a little bookstand filled with paperbacks, and he could even borrow a board game from the CO if he felt so inclined. Josh was happy, but still on his guard.
It didn’t take long before he’d become acquainted with the daily routine of his new tank. Breakfast was served at 4 AM, lunch at 10 AM, and dinner at 4 PM. In between those times, and mostly on the weekdays, there were various other things that took place. Besides courts, clinic, lockdowns, and med pass, there was also visiting, recreation time, and attorney visits. On certain days of the week, there was linen and laundry exchange. On Sunday, there was commissary. During the rest of the time there was TV, people-watching – and, of course, boredom.
Stuart Co. Jail, Tank 3D
Visiting Room #2
31 August, 7 :20 PM
WITH A piercing voice the CO yelled out Josh’s name, and then followed up by saying that his visitor was waiting for him in Room #2. Josh had been looking forward to this visit with his brother, Ben, for the last few days, so he quickly got down off his bunk and proceeded towards the door of the tank. He was met there by the CO, who opened the door and then escorted him to the visiting room.
Upon entering through the doorway, Josh immediately noticed his brother seated in an old fiberglass bucket-shaped chair on the “visitor” side of the room. Between the two men there was a one inch thick glass partition which was clearly designed to limit the
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