Word: celling
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reopened until 1976. Despite its well-known "escape-proof" reputation, Ray asked to be transferred there. At 4:30 p.m. on Friday, he and the other inmates of Block A filed into the dining hall to have a fish supper. They were then returned to their cells for a regular head count. At 6 p.m., the operations officer of the penitentiary picked up his microphone and yelled, "The yard!" The cell doors opened, and the prisoners moved out into the enclosed yard?about the size of two football fields. The men looked like sailors: they were wearing dark blue denim...
...helicopter spotted a man walking by himself eight miles northwest of Brushy Mountain. A police car swiftly picked up David Powell, 27, a convicted murderer and the only black in the group. He offered no resistance. It turned out that he was the only convict from another cell block?he came from B?and guards theorized that he had had nothing to do with planning the break, that he saw men going up a ladder and simply joined the crowd. After the break, the others told Powell to find his own way. Shortly after 2 on Sunday morning, searchers grabbed...
...Another escape try from Missouri state pen, on March 10, 1966. Ray placed a dummy in his bed, shinnied up a pole to his cell window, used wire cutters to snip through the steel mesh, and crept through a shaft to a fan ventilator. He hid there until the next night, but when he tried to leave, guards nabbed...
...Attempt to escape from Brushy Mountain Prison on May 3, 1971. Ray left a dummy in his cell, used tools provided by another inmate to remove a concrete block in his cell, crawled into an air chamber, ripped the bars from a ventilation fan and slipped into the prison courtyard. There, using a crowbar, he pried open a manhole cover to enter a steam tunnel leading out. But its 400° heat drove him back...
...Keith darting from Hammond organ to Moog synthesizer, and Greg picking away at his bass-guitar. Between them sat Carl, confined along with his drums, snares, gongs and tubular bells in a percussion cockpit that resembled nothing so much as a mod four-poster converted into a padded cell for the phantom of the opera. The music built relentlessly, awesomely powered by 72,000 watts worth of amplification -enough to start a medium-sized radio station. The volume never reached the threshold of pain (130 decibels), but it was, in Salmon's words, "enough to peel an apple...