Momma Jones always said, 'One day I'll find you in the looney bin.' As was a fashionable turn-of-phrase in the America of my 1890s youth, and this assignment proved she was right. The old State Hospital where I wound up had been a stately affair, a Georgian-Revival inspired Cottage style campus and all the interconnected blocks were a safe couple of miles from town. A veritable island on the prairie, this place fell victim to the Reagan era harkening to the 1890s sensitivities and saving a buck, don't you know, by 'empowering' the mentally ill to live outside in the real world. Which basically meant to cut the budget, and let it go at that.
