Monday, 25 November 2013

Jail Time In Seaport District

It has been many years since I was in a jail cell.

And that was on a visit to Alcatraz, a ferry ride away from San Francisco. We wore headsets, listened to the story of Al Capone and others and walked all over the island.

Sunday I spent time in the local clink.

Went to check out the digs of the San Diego Police Headquarters (at least it served that purpose until 1987).

Now it is full of shops and restaurants.

But if you veer right after shopping at Kitson and walk down the alley marked by an arrow for Restrooms....this is what you'll find:

A wall of old photos. Headquarters before they put in a Cheesecake Factory.

Police badges and handcuffs and other memorabilia.

After all the pictures you get to see the real thing.

Very small jail cell --- better like your roommate.

Outside one of the cells is a photo array of criminals.

Mug shots. Many looking surprisingly dapper in coats and ties.

He does look a bit perv-y.

Oh Phyllis, a tramp, really, is that what drove you to weed?


  1. Phyllis Stalnaker?? My Aunt Phyllis Stalnaker?? She always told us she was a "social worker"!

    1. Ha ha ha ha ha ha --- I thought she looked familiar. You are too funny!

    2. Well... she was being social.

  2. Social. Very social.

    Weedhead. Hmmmmm. Did you see any "juice freaks" in the line-up?

    1. Well there were a lot of 'freaks' but they were mostly into weed.