Thirty-Six Hours At Santa Fe

Thirty-Six Hours at Santa FeTo the inmates, the pen was like a small-town virgin. Once they took it, it belonged to them, the ordinary prisoners as well as the real cons. No matter then who became its master, they knew that they could always have it back.Built a Quarter Century ago with the usual grudging appropriation and local, graft, the New Mexico State Penitentiary stands 11 miles outside fashionable Santa Fe on a site of stark, incongruous beauty. Southward, the soft Ortiz Mountains round...