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Dear Members and Constituents,
What goes around comes around. It’s a basic concept embedded in many schools of thought. Whether it be an observation of nature (Newton’s third law), a cosmic force (Karma), a permission to retaliate (the code of Hammurabi or the mosaic law’s “eye for an eye”) or a behavioral guideline (the golden rule), actions have consequences. While this is a very serious matter, it sometimes manifests itself in rather humorous ways. Enter this week’s anecdote. Tuesday, snow day, my two youngest boys are pulling each other around the house in a plastic sleigh –dragging their foreheads on the carpet as they go from room to room. The resulting rug burns and the way they came about were rather comical so, of course, after advising them not to do this again I took it upon myself to tease them. Wednesday, work-at-home-because-it’s-freezing day, the alarm rings and I roll out of bed (literally), forehead crashing into the corner of my nightstand. Voilá a third matching forehead. Talk about near-real-time payback.


Of course donuts are circular, so it’s only natural that they keep coming around every Friday. This week Carolyn Reuss delights us with four dozen LaMar’s confections. So come-on down, do a good deed for yourself and grab a donut, who knows another good deed may be done unto you in return.

Happy Friday!

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