"Howard Waldrop - The Wolf-man of Alcatraz" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

two, perhaps just a few hours of that timeтАФcould be used for direct or photographic observation of
these areas of the Moon.

Perhaps we can settle the question once and for all, of whether the Moon is a dead world, or is in some
way still active, perhaps even with small traces of an atmosphere or the tenuous presence of water vapor
deep within the cratersтАФwhich, until man attempts to go there, can only be answeredтАФperhapsтАФby
using the best equipment available.

I'm sure time on the wonderful new telescope is heavily booked. But if you, like me, believe we should
do this, I would hope you could broach the possibility at the next meeting of the American Planetary
Society, and at the International Astronomical Union Satellite Section in March.

Thank you very much.

Sincerely,

Robert Howlin
#1579
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The great WWII outside was a rumor. The guards got older for a while, or had small disabilities that
could keep them out of the Army or Navy, but not out of the staff of Alcatraz.
The wind blew off the Bay as hard as ever; Angel Island still sat out there, the closest piece of land; San
Francisco across the exercise yard looked the same, bright and white in good weather, grey and wet in
bad; disappearing completely in the solid-wall fogs so thick you couldn't see the Industries Building from
the boat dock.

The magazines and books came, the letters went. The days were the same as the years. They were
marked only by his monthly trips outside the cell block and down to the old fortress area and the vault for
three days of amnesia, weakness, and vertigo.




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On the second of May, 1946, prisoners AZ 415 Coy and AZ 548 Kretzer, using a screw jack they'd
built in Industries and smuggled in through the Laundry, got into the gun gallery and overpowered the only
armed guard in the cell block. They got M-1 carbines and .45 automatics, and then surprised nine
unarmed guards in the block one at a time, including the captain, who'd been wounded back in the big
breakout attempt in 1938тАФand put them all in two cells at the end of D Block.
They opened cells and let others out.

The place was chaos a few minutes until the others realized they didn't have the keys that would get them
out of the cell-block building.

One of the two instigators went berserk and started firing with a .45 auto into the cells full of guards,
killing two of them and wounding all the others.