On September 13, 2013, I sat alone on the bunk in my cell, eating a cold egg sandwich at the federal correctional institution in Ray Brook, New York, a medium-security prison in the High Peaks region of the Adirondack Mountains near Lake Placid. It had been my home for 18 years.
I walked out of the prison ...
Saturday, February 8, 2020
My Name Was on a Most-Wanted List
When the authorities caught up with my financial shenanigans, I went on the run. But Christ caught up with me.
Richard D. Mangone with Peter K. Johnson