When you break the rules, you go to prison. When you break the prison rules, you go to Alcatraz.
On the ferry.
Everyone around us thought this was pretty much the cutest thing they'd ever seen.
San Francisco from the island.
This cell was where Frank Morris made a dummy head to make it look like he was asleep, and with two others escaped through an air vent. They were never seen again.
Lillian was such a trooper. After this we took a bus to Chinatown, which for her, was the highlight of the trip; every bump in the road, every person who walked past, it was all pure ecstasy.