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The door swings open. Inside is a dark vestibule, with a young man in
uniform with sidearm to the right, behind a window. He seems to be expecting
me and slides a guest book, tall and leather-bound, through the gap. I
sign. The guard says, "Got some ID, boss?" I show him my driver’s
license.
He hits a buzzer, and the white bars swing open. I walk into a larger
entranceway and take a seat on a hard pine bench. I am scheduled to meet
deputy superintendent for education Robert Guzman, but it’s not as simple
as poking around looking for his office. At Elmira Correctional everyone
is counted, and visitors are escorted. Beyond this room I see two more
white steel gates. Guards pace. 
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