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The last time I saw Charlie outside prison walls we were on the run. Charlie was on the run, not I, I just went along for the ride because he was my husband. Charlie was on parole, but he loved to drink his booze. In our state it's a violation to drink while on parole.

One cold winter night, in wicked winds and blizzard snow conditions, he drove out to get more beer. He got pulled over and was arrested for driving without a license. (That's another story itself). Bottom line is when you get taken in while on parole there is no bail. Living in a small town during inclement weather, mistakes were often made. The police took him to a judge, considered to be old, and ready for retirement. Consequently, she mistakenly set bail. This all seemed so very unorthodox, but, I went and bailed him out.

Charlie couldn't believe he was free once again. He knew his parole officer would be showing up, along with the police in the morning to arrest him for a violation. He said we got to leave, he's not going back to prison. We packed our snow gear and went on a skiing adventure all over New York, from one mountain to the next. Our last stop was up to the Canadian border. Our bodies ached from all the skiing, we're not as young as we used to be to continue on. With all the casinos at the Indian reservations up north, we decided to go do some gambling, hoping to make the money back we just spent all over in hotels and ski resorts. Of course, this was not gonna happen, and money was dwindling down at a very high rate.

"I can't do this anymore, Charlie, I'm going home." Charlie knew I was right, we couldn't stay on the run forever. "Okay, Katrina, let's go home. I need to take it like a man and face up to it, whatever will be, will be."

A few hours later we arrive home, we missed the dogs. We had two black labs who were a handful, Max, and Lu-Lu, my daughter was watching them while we were gone. Charlie didn't want to sit around and just wait to be locked up; he wanted to go to our beach one last time, with the dogs, they loved it as much as Charlie did.

I brewed some coffee, put it in mason jars, packed our cast iron pan, and all kinds of food, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon, etc...Charlie loved to build fires at the

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