I just got a call from the East Mississippi Correctional Facility. Lloyd "Blackie" Cork has added my name to his visitor list.
This post is called "We're Going" because I was too afraid to go alone. I have a good friend, Sherry Rankins-Robertson, who has actually spent a lot of time in prisons working with inmates on creative writing. Sometime in October she and I will go to this prison for the mentally ill and we will sit across a table from the man who murdered my grandfather.
The visiting room is one in which physical touch is allowed. I'll be able to shake his hand, if I want to.