Introduction

I think, by the very nature of my stay at MCF, this note will be incomplete. I didn't take notes during my stay. When I was there, I wasn't always thinking in a linear manner, thanks to Harold and Bob. Most of the time I didn't have my glasses, so it isn't very well-focused either. (Not having my glasses when I play helps me into a different state of mind.)

In any event, my recollections of six days at the Mountain Correction Facility (MCF) run by Bob Reite and Harold Cox are a confused and pleasant blur that can never really come into focus.