Has anyone ever "met", or been in contact with, a notorious criminal? Here is my story, prompted by an upcoming parole board hearing. When I was in high school in the early 1980's on the rowing team we would race a team on the bay off of San Quentin and the inmates would often yell at the boats (we had to be 100 yards or so away from shore or there would be hell to pay- we were told that the guards would fire shots to warn boats away). Anyhow, the inmates would yell all sorts of stuff, catcalls, insults, insist that they were innocent, etc.. One day we were near the start line (marked by a guard tower at the prison) rowing around to stay warmed up and waiting for our boat to be called to the line and there was one lone inmate in the yard yelling "Fukk you!" over and over. We started yelling "Fukk you too!" back at him. I was the coxswain in the boat, the guy who sits in the back and calls the stroke cadence etc. with a megaphone, also I had the strongest voice. Anyhow the guy started laughing when we started yelling back at him. So I yelled "Who the fukk are you, *******?". He replied "Charlie Manson!" True story. My blood froze in my veins. We stopped yelling, but he continued. We lost the race, due in no small part to my inability to concentrate on my duties. Not that it is related but the races started near the prison and ended near the railroad trestle that was in the final scenes of Dirty Harry. After the race we would jump into the water off the raised railroad bridge connected to that trestle.