Christopher Ochoa is late as he walks into the Starbucks on University Avenue here and sits down. He takes off his Yankees hat and apologizes. “I’m sorry about that,” he says mildly. I assure him it’s no problem, but he seems genuinely distraught. It’s the kind of thing he’s still getting used to: making appointments and keeping them.
“You learn patience in prison,” Mr. Ochoa says. “You learn to live one day at a time. You have to. And I have to get out of the habit, because I miss appointments like this one, because I take one day at a time.”