Got Locked in Jail Today

I got locked up in the big house today in Livingston, Texas.  For real.

I haven't seen this much fencing and vicious looking wire since I was in Vietnam.  I was allowed to enter the first locked gate only after standing in a painted square and showing my ID.  Twenty feet later I had to do the same thing in order to get through the second locked gate.  The area between the two gates has multiple circles of wire in layers and rows on both sides of the high chain link fences that surround the building.  Each gate was locked ominously behind me after I went through them.

Once inside the building I had to sign in, show my ID and my Texas Bar Card, go through security like clearing security at an airport, and then go through another locked door.   Once in that sterile looking hallway, I entered the second room that was marked for attorney visits. I sat on the only thing in the small room, which was a circular concrete stool that is attached to the floor.  After a while they brought my client into an adjoining room so we could see each other through a small reinforced window and speak through a small grated area in the middle of the window.  There was enough room to slip a few pieces of paper under the window to him so he could sign them, but not enough room to slip a pen to him.  I held up a pen for the guard to see when he brought the client into the room, and he handed a pen to the client, then stood with the client in his view the entire time we talked.

It was a little humorous when I left because the second gate didn't lock behind me.  The attendant inside the building had thrown the deadbolt switch too soon.  I stayed by the gate and closed it after she got the dead bolt out of the way.  Then she locked it and thanked me for staying to fix the problem.

The client is a nice looking young man and he was very happy to see me.  He was even happier to know that I have proof of his U.S. Citizenship.  We have to file the papers and go through the process, but the judge will ultimately have no choice but to terminate the removal proceedings against the client because the only way he can hold him is if the government can prove he is an alien.  The government can't prove he is an alien because I have proof that he is a U.S. citizen.

That is just one happy client we have in this small Texas town today.  I just spoke with another client who picked up his fiancee from the airport in Houston this morning and drove here with her where he lives.  They will be joining me shortly for dinner.  He sounded very happy when he called a few minutes ago.

I left Ping in charge of the office and sent an email to Cici to tell her that she can email her homework to me if she needs any help.  I am a full service tutor, working on line when I can't be at home.  And today, I made a house call on a client.  




 

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