“Why visit him?” he asked me. “He’s a prisoner!” Like I didn’t know that. Still, the question made me think. I believe visiting prisoners has done me some good. I like our shared meals from the vending machines. And, it’s a change of pace for me, accustomed as I’ve become to coming and going as I please. I admit I’ve not seen much change in this prisoner, but he always was set in his ways. The guards? They take note of my visits. For them, it’s not just a prisoner in their care, but a man who is someone’s friend.