I was born in 1941 near the grounds of Napa State. My parents rented 360 acers as fence neighbors...As a young school girls, we walked over to the hospital once a month from the Shrutluff school and put on a "affair" for the inmates. Our fear of them came from the "Escapies" who decended on our home...Mom always said if a person with a SHAVED head came we were to get into a secret place and and not say a word, unitl she or Dad came to get us...BOY and we did! Many a time the police were there ahead of the loose inmate and grabbed them....or the nights that the "Towers" would sing, because of the inmates and full moons...one night on the farm, i was told to feed the dogs (3) and water them for the night..and to bring in the Great Dane for Mom, I had the Dane loose as I fed the others, when I went to put out water, an imate swung down from the Oak tree and tried to grab me, the Dane nailed him and I ran for the farm house and Mom made the call...i gave the dog a steak for his dinner...! I have also worked with the mentaly disturb patients at the Vet's Home, but never could quite get over having to have a key for my freedom...to this day I am antsie in tight places...always am looking over my shoulder...spooked big time. That's my story... ~Linda~ Willow Creek, CA.