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One Dozen, Two Dozen, Three Dozen, Four...

Dear Members and Constituents,
What comes to mind when you think of the number five? We have five fingers in each hand, five toes in each foot and five senses. Five continents, workdays in a week and players on a basketball team. Five lines in the pentagram, books in the Pentateuch and sides on a pentagon. Five wheels on a car (if you count the spare), five Presidents (who report to Neil Hobbs) and five buildings at Level 3 HQ (come on, you've all heard of building five thousand!).

What about five dozen donuts every Friday? Stop rubbing your eyes, you read right. The Friday Donut Club has experienced a recent surge in membership which has swelled our roles to record numbers and taken the current rotation beyond our five year anniversary. Last week, four dozen donuts did not hold-up long enough and I'd be surprised if they do this week. If, as I suspect, we don't end-up with sufficient donuts to last the entire day, I am seriously considering amending the first rule of the Friday Donut Club to substitute the word "four" with the word "five". Stay tuned...

Meanwhile, Nanette Zeile does the honors today with four dozen LaMar's come and get them (before they run out).

Happy Friday!

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