I've Got the Donut Blues

[Ed Stocker; filling-in for JP]

Dear members and Constituents,

This has been a short week, which almost always guarantees a busy week. Adding to this I also moved offices. Given this, I haven’t been able to compose a proper email this week worthy enough to announce the arrival of Donuts this morning. It’s not an excuse, well, its kind of an excuse, but not really a good one. So, I will reach out to the immortal “Joliet” Jake Blues for some good reasons why there isn’t a better email.

“I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn't my fault, I swear to god!”

With that, thanks to Carlos Belloso, aka Donut Boy, for finding the time to bring four dozen Daylight Donuts which are waiting in JP’s office for your enjoyment, the only thing better would be “four fried chickens and a Coke”.

As a parting thought, the next time you see The Blues Brothers playing on a remote cable channel, don’t pass it over, take the time to watch a few minutes, its still as good (or better) than the first time you saw it.

Happy Friday,

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