Rainbows and Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
As the rain poured down on my drive home last night I saw it. A bright, glowing, complete rainbow. Amidst the rain, there it was. A product of the moisture breaking-down the light into its component wavelengths, reminding me the sun would come-up tomorrow. While I was watching it, it hit me. Red is on top and violet on the bottom of the rainbow. Yet we use the term "INFRAred" to name frequencies beyond red and "ULTRAviolet" for those beyond violet. Infra means below, however red is on the top. Likewise Ultra means above, yet violet is on the bottom. And what’s with the naming convention inconsistency anyway? Infra’s corresponding prefix would be Supra…

Fortunately, as promised by the rainbow, the sun did come up this morning (and there was no need to bet my bottom dollar). Now, picture, if you will Shirley Jane Temple singing… this morning, this morning, there’s donuts you this morning, they’re here, not a day away (thanks to Bill Long, donut boy). Come on down (or up) and get them.
Happy Friday!

[Errata] Melissa Nibbelink has called me on a mistake only a person raised in a non-English speaking nation (such as myself) would make. Little orphan Annie was famously played by Aileen Quinn in the 1982 film (many “Annies” preceded her on Broadway in the ‘70s). Shirley Temple was 54 years old when the movie was made, much too old to play little orphan Annie. I was also treated to an excellent rendition of the song (Melissa needs to seriously consider singing for a living).

Note to self: try to allow more than 10 minutes for composing Friday morning e-mails so I can check my facts.

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