As beautiful as San Francisco Bay is, I still find it unsettling to go to San Quentin to visit Charles Ng. It’s hard to see someone stuck in a place with no chance of ever getting out. What could anyone do confined in a small space with all kinds of time on their hands? How much reading and writing can you do? As for visitors, who would want to go to see a man who has been found guilty of killing so many people? I know that he craves visitors because he’s a social person and likes to talk. Sounds as though his own family has given up on him and I believe it does hurt him to think about that.