tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828589906234507977.post3120354113685395171..comments2023-04-27T03:15:18.401-07:00Comments on What's Crackin!?: My Ploppers Are Pure ChocolateThe Crackshot Crackpothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252166434198783125noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828589906234507977.post-52815853422966061402009-03-17T23:58:00.000-07:002009-03-17T23:58:00.000-07:00Branz, my thoughts are with Matt and his family. I...Branz, my thoughts are with Matt and his family. I remember when we had first moved to the Ville, we were all hanging out at grandpa's and ashley and I decided to walk downtown. He insisted on walking us all the way to the big street so we wouldn't be alone. And he scared off those mean dogs that lived down the street from g-pa on the way down to the street.(they still scare me.) He was very thoughtful. <BR/>He also was the nicest of all your frinds to me. He'd never taunt me at school, always said hi.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09257448920253278140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828589906234507977.post-60585024617519976012009-03-15T21:44:00.000-07:002009-03-15T21:44:00.000-07:00Matt is a thoughtful young man. I will always rem...Matt is a thoughtful young man. I will always remember him coming over to hang our Christmas lights and clean out our rain gutters because, as he put it, "I know both your boys are gone and there must be something you need help with in the yard." Very thoughtful.<BR/><BR/>My hope is that now he will get the help he needs to clear up the murkiness. I need to send his family a note this week, now that the press has left them alone.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498069583756124671noreply@blogger.com