It's Greg!
My mom used to work in a credit union that was located in the basement of an old prison building on the campus of CNY Psych Center, where Hinckley was for a while. You had to walk down an old abandoned psych wing to go to the bathroom. When there were prison riots or escappees, they would turn out the lights, lock the doors and hide under their desks. I golfed a few times on the course adjacent to the facility. 17th and 18th holes border along the prison. Inmates heckle golfers from their cell windows (through three levels of razor wire).