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Trust me... the donuts are here!

Dear Members and Constituents,

I believe over ninety nine percent of everything you've ever learned is based on trust

  • If you rob a bank you'll go to jail... have you ever tried it?
  • Cyanide will kill you... have you seen anybody take a cyanide pill?
  • The world is round... have you been out to space and seen it first-hand?
  • The universe is 12 billion years old... really?

We trust that our parents, professors, schoolbooks and news sources are telling us the truth. We take these truths and create rules which generalize and simplify to our own little reality. Everything has an explanation and falls in its place. This makes it so we don't have to think about most things ordinary. It also, however, means that if one of these truths or generalizations turns out not to be so true after all, we need to re-think our reality and adjust to what we've learned. This year (today, in-fact) February does not have 28 days. That beer you're planning to drink at 5 o'something may not be made of barley... it could be wheat, oats or rice... And maybe, just maybe, that donut you are about to consume comes from a potato.

Say again? Yes, Christopher Cross has found a special place to make his debut in the Friday Donut Club. This place is called Spudnuts and the donut recipes call for potato flour as the primary ingredient. Apparently, one had operated in Golden from 1953 to 1984, part of a failed franchise, many of whose stores operate today. Then Colorado had no Spudnuts until 2006 when a new one opened-up in Arvada. So LEAP for joy (get it?) and come on down, I have a feeling these donuts are going to go like hot potatoes.

Happy Friday!

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