Jailing

JailingAugust 28, 1972: This morning, I ate a good breakfast of orange juice, French toast, crisp bacon and a pot of hot coffee and then surrendered to the U. S. Marshal at the courthouse in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. He handcuffed me, shackling the cuffs to a steel bell chained round my waist. We drove off on a dusty road to the Federal prison camp at Allenwood, about 15 miles away. The day was hot and cloudy. When I arrived, they took everything I owned--clothes, the works--including my diving w...