Sweeter than a Friday Donut

Dear Members and Constituents,
The holiday weekend is half-a-day away. We all know what's coming... Weenies are hiding in a dark corner of your fridge hoping they can avoid being grilled. Fire crackers are sure to loose their temper and blow-up over starry skies. Life is sweet! You can almost feel that drop of condensed water falling off your ice-cold brew and rolling onto your cheek as you wipe your brow and contemplate the possibilities. Life is sweeter!! And, donuts are here. Life is sweetest!!!

You'd think it would be impossible to improve on that good feeling. You'd be wrong. There is one sure way to add to that feeling of overall goodness and that is to do something good for someone else. You might, for instance, sponsor Dee Jones' 157 mile bike ride to raise funds for the Children's Hospital. She's dedicating her ride on the 2009 Courage Classic to 3 1/2 year old Cullen McReynolds (pictured). Less than a month ago Cullen was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma, and is currently at Children's hospital undergoing chemotherapy. The tax-deductible funds raised go towards helping Cullen and children like him. You'd think I have another "for instance" to suggest to you. You'd be wrong again.

So, while you ponder what good you can do, grab a donut. There are four dozen LaMar's donuts to choose from, thanks to Andrea Pierantozzi who is responsible for today's Thursday selection.
Happy Fri... Thursday!

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