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Imagine

Dear Members and Constituents,
With both the NFL and the Federal Government extending their negotiation deadlines in order to avoid disruption, I got to thinking… what if these institutions were to permanently shut down. I know, it’s unthinkable, but indulge me as I butcher a John Lennon song:

Imagine there’s no football,
concussions out the door,
no leagues competing,
your Sunday is now yours
Imagine all the people
going to church that day

Imagine no more taxes,
I wonder if we could,
take home all your paycheck,
Bureaucracy adieus!
Imagine all the people
Who are no longer fleeced

You might say I’ve gone crazy,
and perhaps you would be right
I hope you’re here for a donut
and the world will see the light

Imagine there’s no donuts,
I know it sounds grotesque,
nothing to brighten Fridays,
and bagels at my desk.
Imagine all the people
dreading all their work

You might say I’ve gone crazy,
and perhaps you would be right
I hope you’re here for a donut
and the world will see the light

I realize that may have Yoko Ono rolling over in her grave, --wait, is she dead yet?—and I suppose I probably shouldn't hold my breath for royalties. Be that as it may, you don't need to hold your breath until donuts get here. There's no need to imagine Jared Brisendine (donut boy) has delivered donuts to my desk. No need to imagine yourself biting into a sweet pastry. No need to imagine the bliss that follows. All you have to do is come on down to grab a donut and receive Instant karma to reward your hard days work from this past week.

Happy Friday!

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