With an eye on the future our breakout will be stronger

I If only to take your minds off the last year, let me tell you about one of the worst years of my life: 1962.

I started the year as a 15-year-old reformatory school boy. The new year began and it all looked bleak. I had at least two, if not three, years of confinement to face. I had been in the reformatory three months and there was little light at the end of the tunnel.

Green, a fellow inmate, was desperate to abscond, as it was legally called. When he heard