You asked about Jeff's landscaping contracts and whose actual decision it was to cancel them

1. As we have previously discussed, I had nothing but venom for Jeff and his audacity to sue me. I was going to fight him every step of the way. I was being as difficult as I could and wasn't going to help him screw myself over in anyway.

2. Going right along with #1 above, you have by now come to know me as a person who is ALWAYS thinking of the future. Before I answered any question unless it was of the most simple nature, such as my name, I thought about the question, where it may be coming from, why are they asking it? How do they plan on using it to screw me over later." Questions like this, that I didn't really understand why it was asked or how it may be used later I fumbled on a bit. Truth wasn't my main objective here. Being a pain in the ass was. However, I did not want to lie under oath so I would instead try to find some clever way around it. The only problem is, I'm not really that clever.

3. Going alone with #2&3 above, My attorney experience prior to this was Alan Cronheim, who is a very bright man and I felt completely comfortable with. (apparently too comfortable). Anyway, I started this case with Jeff completely alone, with no lawyer experience. I had several "jailhouse" lawyers advising me. I don't know if you know anything about jail house lawyers but many of them are bright but most are paranoid. They were all giving me different advice. As a guy that tries to gather tons of info. before making a decision, this confused the shit out of me. I then told my family to find me a lawyer that could help without breaking the bank. That is how Mr. Fisher became involved. He is a great man but his style is FAR different than what I was used to with Mr. Cronheim. There were times where even though I had representation, I still felt as though I was in this huge ocean by myself. In Mr. Fisher's defense, I wasn't the most trusting person. I had just been given this huge life sentence and I felt my lawyers in some ways helped "cook" me. Mr. Fisher was all about truth, though. Just get in there and tell the truth he would say. The problem was that no one since Nov. 9, 2000 had done this, so I was always fighting this huge uphill battle.

4. Back in 2004 I didn't even think about my conversation with Jeff prior to his being let go where I warned him that it was going to happen. That conversation was a loyalty thing between him and out of respect for Amanda because Jen was her sister. I had answered the actual question by the attorney and didn't even think of the prior conversation back then. Of course six years ago, I had no idea how important that conversation between Jeff and I could potentially be. It wasn't until recently when things were being "fleshed" out that I saw how my conversation about the contract non-renewal could have potentially led Jeff to be angry at me, and, by extension, Amanda. (He already seemed jealous of me, and he likely felt that l owed him and should have saved his job.) Had I known the possible importance of having this on record back then, it would have been.

Ultimately, Larry, and I had decided he was done doing landscaping for us and his contracts would not be renewed. Larry may have been the one to actually tell him, officially, but we all had decided.

We talked at our visit about anger, my temper or the perception of, what kinds of things would "trigger" me to act out in unhealthy ways, etc. I think it's important to note that I am not the same person at 38 years old that I was at 25 or 28. Obviously as we grow, we learn different and better ways to handle things. Certainly, I have had plenty of times for reflection and have started describing my triggers in several previous letters. In those letters I also described all the areas of my life where I had the utmost patience and complete control of my emotions. This usually had to

do when I was playing with the kids or trying to teach them something. I could spend hours trying to show them how to do the same task, such as hitting a ball or tying their shoe, over and over again without ever losing my enthusiasm or smile. Going back to my triggers. Thinking back to every time I lashed out at someone I cared about or loved, I think it all comes dawn to a few simple things,

1. When I'm lied to

2. When I feel threatened or loss of control

3. When I was drinking alcohol and should not have been. There may be a 4th one but I can't think of anymore at this time. I will try to provide an explanation for each. Please note this is an explanation not an excuse.

1. If a stranger lies to me, I don't care. I just know to write that person off but when it is someone I love or have let into my "inner circle" it can bring me to, ballistic faster than anything else. It has to do with my core values I believe: The people that you hold dearest, you tell them the truth." I will bend over backwards for my friends and loved ones and expect nothing in return except to respect me enough to tell me the truth. In actuality, it isn't the anger that is dangerous for me it's when I am hurt that I could lose control of my emotions and the ability to always control how I directed the anger. In the example I shared with you about a friend smashing up my front fenders on my RX-7. I had bent over backwards to help that friend the entire time I knew him. He was a kid that had a very sheltered existence growing up, was home schooled and had no idea how to act in social settings. He thought the only way to make an impression was to do everything in excess of everyone else. I opened my house to him when he couldn't stand it at his house yet couldn't afford to go it alone,

I lent him money when he needed it, I tried to help him get healthy, giving up smoking and making better food choices, I tried to help him budget, I even lent him my car when he smashed up his and couldn't afford a new one so he wouldn't lose his job in Mass. (He was no longer working for me.) When he came home with dents in the car I let it go for a few days hoping that he would do the right thing and come tell me. He had already admitted to another friend that he did it. We knew he did. He was a horrible driver. He had a genius level IQ, but his problem was that he thought he was smarter than everyone else. He was bragging to others how he planned on convincing me that someone hit the car when I took it out. This was enough, at this I planned to confront him. (Knowing what I know about myself now I would never put myself in this situation). I calmly sat down with him in the dining room and asked him if he had anything to tell me. He said no, (I forgot to mention, he had a serious history with lying which he freely admitted to.) I asked him if he got into an accident with my car. He looked me right in the eyes and said, "No". To me this was the equivalent of saying, "You are a piece of shit, I have no respect for you or anything you have ever done for me. You are a punk." Not only did he look me directly in the eyes and lie, he was so smug about it, leaning in and smirking as he did it. This was more than I could handle, I reached over the table, grabbed handfuls of his shirt and lifted him, slamming him into the wall. I then said, "I know you are lying. I know you already admitted it to someone else. You have one more chance to tell me the truth before I punch your fat ass out." With this, he told me the truth.

I am certainly not proud of how I handled this and wouldn't do it the same today.

After this brief scuffle was over, his smugness was gone and I was calm I sat him dawn across me at the dining room table. I apologized for losing control. I explained to him that I felt very hurt that he could look me in the eyes and lie. I explained that I had invited him in as part of my family and reminded him that he and I had discussed over and over again the only thing I could not tolerate was him lying to me. I asked him if I had ever treated him poorly or ever gave him a reason (like fear) that he couldn't tell me the truth about anything? He replied "No" to both. I went on to explain that I had always been in his corner and supported him against all odds.

Now you may be wondering why I have shared all these drawn out details. It's my best attempt to bring you into my mindset in those moments. Looking back I always think I can "save" everybody. I never want to give up on someone and am always interested in helping them reach their potential,. I could never see it then but should have been asking myself, "at what cost?" Tristan had been after me for months to kick him out.

He was a horrible tenant. He made tons of messes for her to clean and I couldn't even see how my unwillingness to give up on this 20 year old man was causing major stress in our marriage and undo stress on Tristan. This was my "project" not hers. She was my wife and I certainly wasn't showing her very much respect. The kicker is Tristan and another person were home. Tristan knew I was planning on confronting him and she said, "Why bother, you know he is going to lie to you." I said, "No, he was just trying to act cool. That is the "misfit" part of him. I have Faith he will tell

me the truth."

He and I remained friendly after he moved out. Several times we had him and his wife over for dinner. We went to their wedding etc. I didn't care about the car. It was the hurt of being lied to by someone I trusted. This is but one detailed example.

Some of my situations with Tristan and Amanda also involved me feeling hurt about being told something that wasn't true and not handling it properly. In their defense, I wasn't always the best listener with them. I am a much better listener now. Unfortunately, we cannot go back in time. The bottom line is whether I was lied to, felt threatened or was drinking alcohol I am the one that made the poor decisions on how to handle it. At times back then I wasn't mature enough to see that violence, especially with the person you want to share your life is NEVER ok. Back then I would say, "You hurt me so badly.... that I lost my shit." The reality is so what if someone hurts me. I don't have a right to put my hands on them. There are other ways to handle my hurt and anger that don't involve hurting or scaring those that I love. The one program in this prison that I really enjoy and try to always absorb from is AVP Alternative to Violence. I want to be a good example to Kyle and part of this is practicing what I always preach to him, "think twice before you act once."

With regards to #2 feeling threatened or losing control. An example of this may be something like when Tristan told me she felt like she wanted to leave. It seemed out of the blue (the first time) and hit me like a ton of bricks. I am a planner, the guy that had our retirement planned. "This can't happen to us." My world went into free fall. I was like, "Oh shit, I better get my head out of my ass or I'm going to lose this woman I love and my two baby boys." Three days later she came home at 2:30 a.m. when she was expected to be home at like 7. Every possible worst thought went through my head. I was drinking when I clearly knew I should not have been and completely lost my shit culminating in me dragging Tristan up the stairs to show her our boys and remind her of our vows.

With regards to #3 Drinking alcohol when I shouldn't be- Above is a perfect example of a time I shouldn't have been touching the stuff let alone the worst of the worst for me, vodka. I could be a real funny drunk. Life of the party. But if I had something bad going on or something weighing heavy on me, I was the biggest asshole. My reasoning skills disappeared. I lost my ability to think of consequences. I am hopeful that the above helps you understand my mindset and "triggers" better. Again, these are not excuses. I should have handled all of these situations better. In the future I know I will, and I have.

You asked me at our meeting to provide you with a sequence of who lived in my house in Rochester after I left for Keene in December or so of 2000. I'm quite certain I did this in a much more detailed version several months ago. I suspect as you keep editing letters you will run into it. I wish I just knew the letter number. I recall spending a fairly good amount of time trying to think of the order and dates. Perhaps if you run an OCR scan on the name, DJ, Mandy, or Travis it will pop up. Generally without the dates, I believe they lived in this order. Travis lived with Amanda and

I. After I left, Travis' sister and her boyfriend along with Rene Gagne lived there. After a while Travis was back to being by himself, but he couldn't afford the rent. They moved out and the place sat empty for a few months. I then met David Haycock (DJ) at Strafford County. He lived there for like a year, paid the first month's rent and didn't pay again. He robbed me blind, trashed my house, trashed all the paperwork we need and finally had to be evicted. Me and Trust... Actually, if I'm not mistaken, Mandy Allard and Amanda lived there for several months before DJ moved in and after

Travis left.

You asked how I chose Holy Rosary Credit Union over other area banks. I'm always shopping for the best deal. I liked their carbon copy checks, they didn't charge for checking and they paid 1/2% to 3/4% more interest than any other bank. You had to be referred by another member or work for a business that had an affiliation. I liked this. I had 50 employees in Rochester so I wanted to be able to offer this benefit to our employees. I was always looking for any additional benefit that I could offer to our crew. If I could work with a local business I would. Discount to a gym, I would

trade McDonald's coupons with the local theatre manager so I could offer them to our employees. I would run contests for highest register hour, Drive-thru customers, no mistakes from the grill crew, etc. I basically did anything I could to boost morale. A happy crew is a fun and productive crew. These people will tell their friends it is a great place to work.

I'm not sure how we got onto the subject of it but you asked about how I communicated things to my crew as the restaurant manager. Communication has always a huge thing with me. It seems so simple, yet as a supervisor, it seemed like one of the biggest obstacles I would see with certain managers. I always found that if you have an area in the restaurant to work on, if you communicate this area to every single team member, you will solve the problem much faster than if you try to do it alone.

As a restaurant manager, it started with my mgt. team. I tried to have an entire restaurant mgt. team meeting every Monday from 3-4 PM. The first line of communication is the 10 or 11 people that are running the shifts, especially the ones when you aren't there. We'd review the previous week's profit and sales figures, upcoming promotions, our hiring needs and what kind of people we were looking for, problem areas, crew morale and contests I wanted to run that week, etc. I also tried to have a weekly memo to the crew. I would do things such as talk about upcoming promotions, problem areas such as food cost and what they can specifically do to help this week or cash registers coming up short, I would recognize outstanding performers, store records broken, birthdays, contests I wanted to run on our busiest days, etc. I also used this forum-to let them know things like, we are now affiliated with Holy Rosary, and that they can open an account there if they want simply by saying they work for McDonald's. If I couldn't get a memo out, I always had messages by the time clock, signs in individual work stations, etc. My motto was, "You cannot over communicate". I often attached the memos to the paychecks and especially when I first started, I tried to personally hand them out so I could look the people in the eyes and personally thank

them for their hard work this week. It's funny in thinking about it. These weekly memos are how I became great friends with Stephanie Chick. Shortly after I started working in Rochester, Stephanie took over running TKO Printing from her older brother, Keith. Stephanie was real pleasant and commented on all the positive changes she had seen at the restaurant since I took over. I made it a point to see her 2-3 times a week my entire stay in Rochester. One of the sweetest people you'll ever meet.

You asked about Martin's Drive In.-I don't recall going there often. I liked Lone Oaks much better. The only time I can remember going there for sure with the kids was one time after Amanda and I took Kyle and Kassidy out on the boat at Glen's house. We stopped in to get the kids a soft serve cone. I think Amanda and I shared a cone. If I'm not mistaken, Amanda went there a few times with Kassidy. I think she liked the lemonade there.

I don't know what is at this site but I thought you might want to check it out. It was set up by the families of a few inmates here. It's www.judicialmisconductofNH.com

I was thinking of the things that Crystal told you during your 45 minute conversation. I think they were pretty significant and I am wondering if we can somehow use them on the website. I'm thinking we could have a section- THINGS SAID 'TO MORRISON THAT WERE NOT PART OF ORIGINAL RECORD. I think it is pretty significant that one of Amanda's friends would speak up and say I was nice and that Amanda was really excited to have a nice guy that was willing to help her raise Kassidy. Probably even better is her recollection of bathing Kassidy 2-3 weeks prior to her death and not seeing any bruises yet the police were trying to convince her otherwise. They did this with many people. It's nice to see that one person didn't allow themselves to be bullied. What is really remarkable is that she was an 18 year old kid.

How about Mrs. Edgars confirming that I approached her about taking Kassidy in. I know, you are going to say, "Well, it would be better presented as an affidavit." It's just something to consider, you are doing the research, people are telling you things, Let's get it out there for people to read.

In a previous letter you asked about Tristan and my honeymoon. We didn't have a traditional after-the-wedding honeymoon. We had decided approximately a week before our Nov. 24, 1996 wedding that we were going to get married. In that time, we planned a full wedding with 90 guests, a bridal party, a dinner in Rochester's finest establishment, DJ, Videographer, etc. I was real busy at the restaurant in Nov. so we planned to take a later vacation. We ended up flying to Miami when Tristan was 7 1/2 months pregnant and taking a 7 day Caribbean Cruise on Royal Caribbean's largest and newest ship at the time, Grandeur of the Seas. I wasn't sure how I would like a cruise. I assumed I wouldn't really care for it. Boy I couldn't have been more wrong. We had a blast. It was a 900 foot long floating city. The food was unbelievable. The shows were amazing. Tristan and I were like the shuffleboard King and Queen. She was adorable running around with a huge "Kyle" belly doing every activity possible. Probably the best was at one of the ports we were going to rent jet skis but we saw this banana boat ride thing that looked like a blast. I didn't know if she would be able to go

on it in her condition. Tristan was game for anything. This was a huge Banana looking thing that was inflated and towed behind a speed boat. About 10 people straddled it like a horse and the only thing you could hold onto was a small handle in front of you. We sat in the way back where it bounced you even higher as it got going. The boat operator made a joke that this was sure to put Tristan in labor. After that, we went snorkling. We visited Puerto Rico, The Bahamas, and several other ports. It was the best vacation we had ever taken. We talked about doing it again with the boys

when they were a little older. Unfortunately it never happened. It was amazing and so relaxing. The water the scenery, the environment, Tristan, all beautiful. Well, I think that is it for now. My back is killing me only 6 pages but with this stupid typewriter and all the thinking required before typing a line, it took about 6 hours.

You asked about "hot coffee" lawsuits or other lawsuits in my restaurants. As you can imagine, McDonald's is often a target of lawsuits. Unfortunately, many people see the golden arches and think of pot of gold. We were a very large franchisee. In fact, I believe we were the largest in the country. This being the case, we had the luxury of having certain people that handled certain aspects. I was aware of when my particular restaurants were being sued. However, at that time it was typically Jack Loftus that handled those types of problems. He worked with the attorneys representing us and if things went to court he was often our representative. In fact, I can only recall going to court one time. In either 1999 or 2000. In Rochester we found an interesting way to clean the playplace balls in between the monthly cleaning where we contracted with a company that came in and washed them one at a time with a machine. We had a car wash right next door to the restaurant. I found an out of state company that sold these large mesh bags. As you can imagine those 4000 balls in that playpit get a lot of use from young children. Having young children of my own, sanitation was very important to me. So once a week or so, we'd load the balls up into these net bags, use a pressure sprayer to apply disinfectant and soap and then throw the bags in the back of a pickup and run them through the car wash. This one time, one of the bags got knocked out by the car wash brushes and the bag ripped open. There was a car behind our pickup truck full of balls and the guy sued us claiming our balls got lodged in his sports car undercarriage somehow and ruined his transmission. His story was ridiculous. We actually went to court on it and lost or settled. I forget which. It was like for $2800.00

I believe the most common lawsuit we faced were of the slip-and-fall variety. My role as the supervisor was typically to investigate the incident, and whether we were, in fact, at fault. If so, what can we do to prevent repeats in the future? I used to get upset when we would sometimes settle with people on bogus claims. I thought that it set a bad precedent. Jack agreed, but his hands were tied. If there was the threat of negative publicity, the company would want no part of it. Losing sales could quickly add up to losing more than the settlement. Often Jack would settle because it would have cost more to defend against it.

Before I forget, there was a program on ABC last evening, Thursday Aug. 26, "Secrets of your Mind." The entire program was about Brain Imaging/Brain Scan. The entire program was about brain scans done on murderers' brains and what the science is telling us. I caught a couple of names of the lead doctors that have been leading the field for years in case you want to look them up. Adriane Rain of U Penn I believe and Dr. James Fallon. Some of it was about psychopaths and serial killers which may not apply here. What I thought was of particular interest was one of these doctors could look at dozens of these scans and pick out with 100% accuracy, in a few minutes time, all the people that had been convicted of murder, just by looking at their scan.

It appears all of these violent people have something in common. They all have much less or zero activity in their prefrontal lobe and orbital cortex. The orbital cortex, the program explained, is the area that controls impulses. They claim to be able to do a scan of a young person's brain and see if they have the genetic make up to be a killer. This all got me thinking... Obviously this is a different type of brainscan than the ones we have discussed with new fMRI lie-detector technology. However, they seem to have one thing in common, i.e. the new brain scan technology. I found it interesting but with your mind you likely would have gotten more out of it.