Have you ever opened the refrigerator and just stared into it hoping some good food would jump out at you? That's what I was doing at about 5:30 p.m. Thursday, Feb. 18, 1999. My husband Harlon saw me and suggested we go out for supper. Boy, did I agree fast. I told him I would be ready shortly and he changed from his Hinesville police chief uniform into jeans. We never said where we were going.
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