Like lottery fantasies, except with prison

After hearing the verdict in the Amy Senser trial this afternoon, my first reaction was relief for the family of Anousone Phanthavong. I couldn’t see how it was possible for someone of sound mind to mistake a human being for a traffic cone, but I guess I’ve never met the defendant.

My second reaction, after hearing that the conviction would probably carry a four year prison sentence, was: Wow! A four year sabbatical from your life. Think of all the books you could write with nothing else to do. Think of the raw material prison life would provide. I think this means it’s been too long since I’ve had a proper vacation.

So what would you do if you were facing four years in the big house? Start a religion? Read the complete works of Dostoyevsky? Or maybe the complete works of John Grisham? The start-up mail order business possibilities are endless. Of course, as Ms. Senser ponders this question, she’ll need to consider spending her time atoning for the Phanthavong family’s loss. The rest of us can work on our prison yard flash mob dance sequences.