Dear members and constituents, I was driving into the office this morning, imagining the e-mail I would write comparing home-made bombs to donuts when it hit me: nobody has donut duty this morning. It had been nagging in the back of my mind for two weeks and exploded into my consciousness as I attempted to recall donut boy or girl's name. Farfetched similarities and contrasts would have to take a back seat as I made a U-turn on Eldorado Blvd and headed off to LaMar's. Fortunately texting and driving are still a legal combination at red lights, so I could craft the bulk of this note en-route. The circumstances why I had to become emergency donut boy are a long story, and donuts are late enough as-is, so without further delay, come and get them! Happy Friday!
Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!