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"Bagel Breakfast" Friday

Dear members and constituents,
Some of you have sent me notes of concern and alarm around Waffle Wednesdays once a month and now Bagel Breakfast this coming Friday. The notes I have received show a little apprehension around these perceived "turf invasions". While it is only natural to feel a little threatened by novelty, I think of Level 3 as being a diverse company capable of embracing multiple dietary habits. This diversity is manifesting itself in various expressions of flour-based product mass consumption. I embrace the diverse choices being presented and think it is perfectly acceptable to have Bagels and Donuts on the same day. In fact, the originators of both Waffle Wednesdays AND the Bagel Breakfast are Donut Club members. Those of you who have been with the donut club long enough may recall my now infamous statement back in 2004 "this is a donut club, if you want to bring bagels of cupcakes, start your own club". This statement was to ensure the Friday Donut Club stayed true to its mission. It was never intended to detract from other forms of pastry consumption (these obviously would need to take place in the context separate from the Friday Donut Club). I encourage each of you to participate in as many culinary experiences as may arise. We will obviously maintain the proud Donut Friday tradition intact while embracing the diverse new forms of food sharing around us.

Happy Monday!

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