It took six minutes one afternoon last week for the warden of the North Carolina State Penitentiary at Raleigh to receive the commitment papers of burly Luke Lea and his tall, high-strung son Luke Jr., to change their names to Nos. 29,409 and 29,408, to make them Class B prisoners in vertically striped suits and to clank barred doors on their still jaunty backs.
It had taken two days to drive the Leas from Nashville, Tenn., where they had once been rich and powerful and where Luke Sr. fancied himself as "a maker of...
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