Mike Llewellyn A YOUNG

Working in a maximum-security in-plant has its challenges and rewards. By Mike Llewellyn A YOUNG kid, 10 years old, is wandering the halls of a local Boys Club when someone motions to him from beside a set of closed doors. "Hey," says the stranger. "You want to see something pretty neat?" The kid shrugs apathetically and walks over. But when he looks past the doors he sees one of the oddest sights of his young life: a noisy old platen press and, working quietly beside it, busily making adjustments, an even older man with a wooden leg. It's the summer of 1952 in Milwaukee,