I had a warrant out for my arrest three years ago. So not Bonnie and Clyde. No cops and robbers. And sorry Butch Cassidy, no guns and train heists. The story is that my former husband asked the courts to issue it since I hadn't made medical, music and dental payments for over a year. And my son's graduation was coming up which meant I'd be going to Vermont. The courts agreed. I nearly fell of my kitchen chair where I was participating in the hearing by phone. In fact, the judge said, "If it were up to me, I'd personally slap you behind bars if you were to step foot across the state of Vermont today." I hung up the phone. But what about the note I included from my doctor, stating I had --oh, what's the term for it--a major depressive episode? As in 18 months long....