On the way up to Duluth from Minneapolis this morning I passed Sandstone. I remember driving up there in the 1980s from Omaha with Rich Koeppen to visit Kevin McGuire in prison.
And later Marylyn Felien and I would drive up to Duluth from Omaha on a mission to help Rich.
See ... there was this thing about how three resisters from Omaha, in prison for protests at Offutt Air Force Base, were being held too long, past their sentences.
So, we came up with the idea to "Get Rich Quick."
Meaning we would drive up to Duluth and hold signs outside the prison, where Rich Koeppen was being held, to try to force the federal government to release him.
It didn't work. Then we drove to Chicago where Kevin was being held at Metropolitan Correctional Center, the federal prison in downtown Chicago, to try to help him, too.
In the meantime, the feds had released Frank Cordaro from Marion, before we even got there. Maybe we scared them with our clever slogan.
Anyway, Kevin wasn't waiting for us. He was on a hunger strike inside MCC in Chicago, saying they needed to release him or he would not eat.
He was in the doctor's office in MCC, with the hack doctor shoving an IV up his arm to force-feed him, when the order came to cut him loose. They let him out the side door.
You ever hear of anyone forcing the Bureau of Prisons - by a prisoner in custody - to release him?
I have. Kevin McGuire. He beat them. Unheard of. Awesome. Kevin is Irish. Somebody needs to write an Irish drinking song about the bloody British and the lads and McGuire forcing the bloody, fooking BOP to cut him loose.
So. We had a party.
Hey.
Before my thing at St. Scholastica. Did I tell you they had my name on the marquee out in front of the school? They did.
No. I don't think it's that. I don't think I'm a big deal and I get off on seeing my name. Oh, I love to see my name. Dude. It's just that I know how small of a deal I am, and when I see something like that it knocks my socks off, and I have to smile. What if Ruth could see this. We'd get a chuckle out of it. Maybe go have a beer somewhere.
Well, then I went and parked, put my bags inside the hall and went to explore, made notes about the college looking like a prison, sh*t like that, then went behind the monastery and walked up to the trees.
And later Marylyn Felien and I would drive up to Duluth from Omaha on a mission to help Rich.
See ... there was this thing about how three resisters from Omaha, in prison for protests at Offutt Air Force Base, were being held too long, past their sentences.
So, we came up with the idea to "Get Rich Quick."
It didn't work. Then we drove to Chicago where Kevin was being held at Metropolitan Correctional Center, the federal prison in downtown Chicago, to try to help him, too.
In the meantime, the feds had released Frank Cordaro from Marion, before we even got there. Maybe we scared them with our clever slogan.
Anyway, Kevin wasn't waiting for us. He was on a hunger strike inside MCC in Chicago, saying they needed to release him or he would not eat.
He was in the doctor's office in MCC, with the hack doctor shoving an IV up his arm to force-feed him, when the order came to cut him loose. They let him out the side door.
You ever hear of anyone forcing the Bureau of Prisons - by a prisoner in custody - to release him?
I have. Kevin McGuire. He beat them. Unheard of. Awesome. Kevin is Irish. Somebody needs to write an Irish drinking song about the bloody British and the lads and McGuire forcing the bloody, fooking BOP to cut him loose.
So. We had a party.
Hey.
Before my thing at St. Scholastica. Did I tell you they had my name on the marquee out in front of the school? They did.
No. I don't think it's that. I don't think I'm a big deal and I get off on seeing my name. Oh, I love to see my name. Dude. It's just that I know how small of a deal I am, and when I see something like that it knocks my socks off, and I have to smile. What if Ruth could see this. We'd get a chuckle out of it. Maybe go have a beer somewhere.
Well, then I went and parked, put my bags inside the hall and went to explore, made notes about the college looking like a prison, sh*t like that, then went behind the monastery and walked up to the trees.
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