I can handle that one. That would have been about two weeks before my senior year in high school began, so I would have been gathering the required supplies: one looseleaf binder with lurid drawings all over it, some looseleaf paper, a pen and some pencils, a protractor, an amateur tractor, one pair of white athletic socks, and a carton of Kools.
Robert E. Stackowitz can tell you where he was that day, as well, for that was the day he escaped from an infirmary at the Carroll County Prison Work Camp in Carrolton, GA.
The better question would be, where was Robert E. Stackowitz on August 23, 1968?
That was the day after he left the CCPWC for parts unknown, without having finished serving his 17-year sentence for forced robbery.
Another significant day in the Life Of Stackowitz would be May 9, 2016. That's the day the Georgia Department of Corrections, working with the U.S. Marshals Service Southeast Regional Task Force found him at a location in Connecticut.
|Well, he's aged nicely.|
If you're scoring at home, that's 17,427 days on the lam. 47 years, 8 months, 17 days.
Wouldn't it be hilarious if, just last week, Stackowitz had figured he was finally in the clear, that they had stopped looking for him and he could stop fretting?
As he sits in a Connecticut hoosegow awaiting extradition back to the land of peaches and sweet tea...I just can't stop enjoying the look on his face in the left, more recent, mugshot...like "Really???"