A rubber band holds together the Crossroads letters Elvis keeps in his locker. He has read them many times. He will read them again the next time he comes across them and maybe share them with other men in the dorm. Now, though, he is clearing out his belongings,...
As we headed out for a game of kickball at a state prison one Friday evening, we navigated through a crowd of men who were out on the main yard. It was pleasant weather, and there were many people outside enjoying it. We paused to talk to people we knew or answer...
