My friend Kevin Forrest

When my family got home from vacation on Saturday, we realized there was no food in the house, so we drove down to our local grocery store. As we were walking out of the store, I glanced down at the stacks of newspapers along the wall and noticed a headline with my friend's name on it. My friend had died.

I met Kevin about six years ago when I started working on what would become The Glass House Project. He was the editor of the Vermont Standard at the time, and agreed to give the inmates I w...