tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922824604790531625.post2230026431874116521..comments2008-12-13T16:09:03.285-08:00Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361895791157343187tbrock@yahoo.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922824604790531625.post-90689063949036641512008-12-13T16:09:03.285-08:002008-12-13T16:09:03.285-08:00Virginia, of course I remember you and your family! <BR/><BR/>When it comes to friends there are no "former parts". (Much) Less frequently encountered, perhaps, but never "former"!<BR/><BR/>If you think of it, give them my love next time you see/talk to them!Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00361895791157343187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922824604790531625.post-85931172392059231742008-11-20T17:44:02.565-08:002008-11-20T17:44:02.565-08:00Tom,<BR/>Hello from Nebraska and a former part of your life when my family/brothers and I were your pals in Arkansas long long ago. <BR/><BR/>I heard about your site from your mom. And I love reading your stories. Having lived and worked in the Dominican Republic and the campos there as a University Service/Immersion trip coordinator for 10 years, the saga of something as seemingly simple as a lawn mower takes me back. I'm envious of your time in the D.R., as the Dominicans and Haitians are some of the most welcoming folks in the mundo. I will continue to check in. Vaya con Dios. Virginia Dotterweich McGillAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com