EARLY ON A RAINY MORNING, BEFORE THE TOURISTS ARRIVE, the gulls have not only the warden’s house but most of the island to themselves. When I was a kid, there was nothing beautiful about Alcatraz, just the mystery of what went on there. Now, amid the ruins and decay, it is not hard at all to find beauty in what was once such a foreboding place. My wife "Gaki" and I love it there, especially in the winter when there are less visitors. I've been there several times and we plan to go many more.
Copyright 2014 by Brian S. A. O'Neil. All rights reserved.
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