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Just Desserts

Dear Members and Constituents,
I have a confession to make. The past couple of weeks I've had a festering, morbid curiosity over the unfolding developments in the insider trading case against former Qwest CEO Joe Nacchio. It's like watching a bad reality TV show (and I'm using the term "bad" in the "looks as real as a pig wearing make-up" sense of the word). It's so bad, I can't help but follow it.
  • First there's the fact that it's still going on (how long has it been, five... six years?).
  • Then, not only are his lawyers preparing to appeal his case to the Supreme Court, some pundits believe it's likely to get heard (you read right).
  • There was the last-minute request to delay his long overdue date with our penal system (which was to be this coming Monday) to follow-up on some biopsy results for possible skin cancer. Seriously, they decide to check-up on a suspicious growth the week before he's due to go to prison?
  • Now the judge agreed yesterday to delay imprisonment so long as Nacchio's attorneys file the Supreme Court appeal by today. You can't make this stuff up!

Don't get me wrong, I don't relish the thought of his incarceration nor will it have any impact on my day-to-day life. I bear no ill-will towards Mr. Nacchio, in fact, I wish him and his new bunk mate Bubba a happy honeymoon. Still, if this were happening to you or me, I guarantee you it would have been over a long time ago with much less drama.

Speaking of sweet justice, one place you will get your just desserts this morning is my desk. Yuko Aoyagi (donut girl) delights us today with a delectable donut selection. Donuts so good, consuming them ought to be considered a felony -or at least a misdemeanor. As far as I know, no carcinogens were used in making them so come on down and enjoy one (or two, or three... your secret is safe with me).

Happy Friday!

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