When our humorous duo learn why we re here for six months, they have a big laugh and nickname us Frank and Jesse James. There are no cells here, just cubicles. Along one side is a pressed wood module, six feet high, containing two closets with storage shelves above and hanger space below. There s also a small writing shelf with room underneath for our knees. On the opposite side are double-decker bunks.
Privacy is scarce.
A large cafeteria feeds us in three shifts. The meals are generally adequate, but beefing about food is de rigeur, whether in the army or in prison. I understand that things could be a lot worse. The good news is that this is a minimum security prison what the Bureau of Prisons calls a camp. Allenwood is one of the better prisons to be in, if prison is where you have to be.