Not far from where I live in a swarm of suburban housing, there is a federal prison. Usually my exposure to this compound is limited; I often take, out of conscience or convenience, Wadsworth Blvd instead, a road not inhabited by the hulking reminder of our broken penal system.
But not long ago I was driving with my 9-year-old nephew to an odd part of town, not North West towards Denver like I usually gravitate ---ebb and flow,...