Time and isolation are recorded by names and dates. To scratch your name in the Yuma Territorial Prison gave you a sad immortality.
Inmates must have been housed in these crowded cells and put in single cells for purposes of isolation and punishment. It was not easy time, by any stretch.
Mike's Look at Life 
So horribly basic Mike.
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I didn’t see anything except concrete and metal.
Oh, did you mean my post?
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Haha! I wouldn’t say that about your post! š
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Whew!
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Very interesting posts, Mike. I hope there are more to come?
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Alas, my sweet Kate, I fear that the series was indeed limited, and has hence run its short course.
I recall a being a boy once, and believe that a teacher may have referred to me as limited. Now I understand she meant limited edition, as in 1 of 1, and I no longer want to hurt her.
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I love the way the humour of that comment sneaks up and grabs you by the giggle bone! You are a wonderfully twisted funny guy, Mike! ā¤ļøāā
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You are not the first to call me twisted, and I like it quite a bit. Thank you my intelligent friend. xx
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Special post and gives me not so a comfortable feeling
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Thanks Marylou. At least you give me a special feeling.
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That is an eerie place Mike and sparks the imagination re its residents. Great post(s).
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It is an eerie place. I would not want to find myself there at night, listening to phantom clanks of metal and shrieks and laughter.
Thank you, Dor.
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The “3:10 to Yuma” makes a lot more sense now! That is tiny and nasty.
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I stayed very close to Tombstone on the way there and on the way back. I’m your huckleberry.
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Not only eerie, it has an almost surreal sense in that one can take a walking tour.
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There was a very thin woman 20 feet in front of me who apparently slipped through the bars into one of the cells. She then screamed, loudly, and when I rushed forward to see if I could help her all that remained was vapor and static. Eerie? You ain’t kidding.
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