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One small step for man...

Dear members and constituents,
Over the past couple of days, there have been several occasions when my mind has been mesmerized by the intriguing beauty of the full moon. I sometimes wonder if the moon has a sway over human behavior as it does over the tides. I've heard it said that there are 20% more 9-1-1 calls on nights when there is a full moon (I've also heard it said that 57% of statistics are made-up on the spot to prove a point -- including this one). Be that as it may, I think there may be some validity to these claims. After all, if the moon's gravitational field can have a noticeable pull on the largest bodies of water (the oceans) , couldn't it's pull also effect subtle changes in the human body (which is mostly water)? What, you may be asking yourself, does this have to do with donuts? Well, let me tell you. Beyond the superficial resemblance donuts have to the full moon, every Friday morning they sway a tide of donut club members to my desk. Certainly these are not werewolves we are speaking of, however a transformation is evident in their faces when they bite into each sweet donut. Cheeks are lifted, teeth show a little more and the mood is lighter.

It awes me that the first picture of the earth and it's natural satellite together is only 30 years old (taken by Voyager I). And while I have you thinking of the moon rotating around the earth, you may also be thinking to yourself "isn't it about time for a new rotation of the donut club?". If so, you're not far off the mark. While it is true that it has been six months since the current rotation began, and we've lost a couple of members, we've also added five new members (a net increase of three). Two of them have already been kind enough to fill-in for departing members. Starting this week, the remaining three are rounding-out this rotation. Jeff King does the honors this week. Fresh from his wife's birthday celebration last night, I understand he made a donut run this morning on his way from the hockey ring.
So break free from the gravitational pull of your computer monitor and grab a good sampling of donuts. I assure you, it will be worth the trip.

Happy Friday!

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