Mea culpa, but I love escapes; the human animal was made for freedom. While, true, it's among the guiltiest of pleasures and a much better read when taken, say, decades later with the miscreants safely enclosed, having been captured to serve the remainders of their sentences -- well, an escape is a triumph of the heart, one with which all might identify. We were not made for cages. So let us catch these culprits and let long years pass until we think of them again, having already saluted their daring and given them their due.
