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Friday the 13th...

Dear Members and Constituents,
On this "lucky" Friday the 13th, I thought I'd lighten the otherwise somber outlook with an old favorite joke I enjoy re-telling from time to time. You may have seen this classic comic strip. It has two panels in a side-by-side layout. On the left panel you have an angelic figure, surrounded by clouds being addressed by a bearded man in a robe. The quote reads "welcome to heaven, here is your lyre". On the right panel you have what appears to be a demon addressing a condemned soul with the words "welcome to hell, here is your accordion". Now for all you accordion lovers out there, I have nothing personal against the accordion. I think it is a fine musical instrument when used in moderation --kind of like spices with food, it's OK if you use a little... but use too much and... you get polka.

If you were to use food (instead of musical instruments) with the aforementioned comic strip, I will let you pick your own personal "unfavorite" treat for the right-hand panel (for me, that might be something like "welcome to hell, here is your fried liver"). As for the left-hand panel, I think it should read "welcome to heaven here is your donut" -- perhaps as a halo? Well, welcome to heaven, indeed! Monisha M. Merchant delights us today with four boxes of mmm... Winchell's famous baker's dozens. Friday the 13th... 13 donuts per box.... if you wait too long to come and get them, good luck finding them!!!
Happy Friday (the 13th)!

[by the way, I got a note from Monisha indicating there are actually 14 donuts per box... 13, however, sounds so much more ominous!]

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