Prisons. Part 2.

Shortly before my mother died she did a little time in a rehab home.  She despised it.  So much so that she called it a prison.

I thought prison was a little harsh for a place that was trying to keep you alive.  In the past few years I've started to reconsider.  Oddly enough, the high school I went to I called "The Prison" because of its lack of windows and the freedoms that school students don't have.

Background on retirement/rehab homes.  They feed you, try their best to keep you healthy, charge you quite a bit, and don't let you have the freedom you might want when you're an adult.  Each room had a tv, going outside was limited, meal times was at their convenience, and occasionally they had a field trip.

People don't want to go to prison and they don't want to go to a retirement home (normally).  One is free (to the inmates) and the other is really quite expensive.  Prisoners are given tvs for entertainment and access to law books to appeal their case.  People in homes get a tv and a window.  Neither group wants to be on the inside.

I'm still trying to figure out what's jumping around in the back of my head.  More to come.