A few weeks back the announcement came in a letter:

This just in: I’m getting sprung. I don’t yet know when (they say 2-3 weeks), I don’t know where (they’ve requested Scranton) but at last it shall be done. I’m getting sprung.

John Hood was finally being set free.

It immediately brought me back to a phone call I had with him back in the Spring of 2001:

“Hey Hood what’s happening.”

“Hey…um…I’m going away for a bit.”

“Oh yeah. Going on vacation? Where you headed?”

A long pause then he mumbles…

“Bank job.”

“What?!!!”

A little louder “Bank job.”

“Oh you fucking moron.”

“Look I can’t really talk about it. But I’ve talked to my lawyer and I’m gonna turn myself in tomorrow.” Continue reading →