â€” JAILED IN HONOLULU
weren't able to reach anyone in Arkansas to verify that they would indeed follow through with the extradition.
ithin the next 20 minutes, I was placed under arrest on false charges. As I stood there in disbelief, my brain felt like it was wrapped in a wet blanket, as there was just no sense to it! My wife was asked Over the years, Jim and Judy have visited a countless number of tranquil anchorages. Here, 'Desire' lies off Nuku Hiva in the Marquesas.
tion of my having the right to speak to legal counsel. And as bail was not an opto leave the airport tion, the reality of the situterminal, and I was ation became as hard as the taken to the Honolulu concrete walls of the cell. I jail, handcuffed and tried to sleep as much as with shackles around possible to avoid thinking my ankles. All my posabout my situation, but I sessions were removed awoke frequently, as the from me and I was cell was cold, and I'd lost taken to a concrete Jim Welch in happier times. all concept of time. After cell. It was about as far from the freewhat seemed like an eternity, I heard a dom of cruising the Pacific as one could Public Defender tell some inmates what imagine. to expect in court later that day. I overFor some reason there was no menheard him say that it was 4 a.m. A short
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