Being released from 26 years of imprisonment, I thought going home (to my own home) in Orlando, Florida, would be an enjoyment - Ha! I was in for a big surprise. Jean, my wife, told me as soon as I knocked on the door - Go away - you can't live here. She would not allow me to enter my own house - and she called the police. The happenings after that would fill another book. Anyway, I went to Tonawanda, New York, and stayed with my daughter, Gerianne. But I was only permitted to stay with her for two weeks - an apartment rule. After that, the Veterans Administration arranged to put me up in a private room on Main Street and Ferry in Buffalo, New York. Between July 4th 2009 and this day, life has been hectic.