Watched woman hauling baby into jail - presumably to visit Dad.
I'm filing that under "experiences I'm glad I haven't had".
That was this evening. Most workdays I walk by a federal facility, the Metropolitan Correction Center. And in the evenings I often see women waiting to visit.
I periodically get a view of the prisoners themselves - when they are on the top of the building, getting exercise, mid-day, in their orange outfits. But it's a tall building, so they're always farther away. The women waiting in line always seem more poignant.
Standing in their shoes,
feeling those visitor blues.