Not many people know this, but I once spent a month in jail.

I was a teenager one summer back in the sixties and I didn't have a car. I was working a few odd jobs around Butte County California, which consisted of Paradise, Chico and Oroville. The only way I could get around was to hitch hike, and the cops didn't like that so I racked up a bunch of tickets.

Which I didn't pay because I worked hard for my money and didn't want to give it to the County. I finally got hauled in front of a judge who told me I could pay them off by spending a month in jail. I said fine.

The Oroville county jail was interesting and a month there was enough to convince me that a life of crime was not for me. I read a lot, and I learned that the square root of -1 is the imaginary number i, which I applied to Calculus many years later in college.

The food was pretty good, three squares a day and I never got gang raped. Later that year I dated the daughter of a Highway Patrolman, who terminated that relationship when he discovered my criminal record...