"See, I know the only thing that is real in life is constant change. I know I have got to do this time alone, and that I can only be sure of one thing. That is, that nothing will be the same when I get home." These are the words of my father, Peter Gallione, which he wrote to my mother and me from prison on September 27, 1974, one year into his sentence for aggravated assault and various weapons and drug offenses. For the next two years until...