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I was actually home when my son called. He's been calling at intervals for three weeks, trying to catch me home. With two part-time jobs my schedule was very erratic; difficult to say when I'd be available to take a call. He was able to catch MySpouse Monday evening and get some idea of what my schedule was running to. So Wednesday morning I was here to answer the phone and talk to my son.

It's not that we have exciting news to share with each other. My life is settled and semi-boring, his life is the same. Considering that he's in prison you would expect that. The thrill of a phone call from him is that we get to talk to each other.

I've written about my kids a bit. I've had issues with them, as most parents do with their children. Although we've had our differences, we do love each other. I don't always approve of their life choices but the point is that it is their life, not mine. When I was their age I'm sure I was still driving my mama nuts.

That was my mother's curse when we were teenagers: "I hope you have six kids just like you."
It's good that I had only two children. I have one child just like me.

Talking to my son, I told him about starting up a blog, that being most of the excitement in my life now. Prison is mostly about boring inmates to distraction; nothing about rehabilitation to it.
He asked that I post his address so that someone will write to him.

Here is my son's address:

Raymond N. Hinders
#1107975
Anamosa State Penitentiary
406 North High Street
P. O. Box 10
Anamosa, IA
52206-0010


Thank you in advance to anyone who writes to him.