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A drive for donuts

Dear members and constituents,
Cruising in my convertible this morning, the thought of fresh donuts was at what some might argue were unhealthy levels. I could almost smell the sweet aroma when suddenly I noticed the red and blue lights flashing behind me. Apparently (according to Trooper Warren, badge #9226) I was doing 60 mph in a 45 mph zone. If only he knew the reason for my exuberant driving, perhaps he would be more understanding. Aren't donuts, after all, a staple of the law enforcement diet? Upon reflection, I thought better of it and decided any mention of donuts might backfire. So I bit my lip and smiled, looking as contrite as one can at six in the morning. What followed was a brief exchange of pleasantries, and what seemed like ten minutes of separation anxiety from my license and registration. Would I loose more points on my license? Fortunately, Trp. Warren let me off with a warning. Close call.

Speaking of close calls, TimeWise cut it close to the wire this morning and has just arrived with the donuts. This marks the debut of Tracy Holick in the Friday Donut Club. I am also pleased to announce that recruitment to the club is at record levels. Over the past week we have added three new members, which means our membership has swelled to 32! I will be keeping a close eye on the donut inventory to determine whether the time has come to up the ante to 4 dozen. In any event, hurry on in (as fast as applicable law allows) and grab a donut.

Happy Friday!

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