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Dig Our Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,

Among the threats to a free and open Internet we have oppressive governments, the digital divide, toll-extorting monopoly providers and shovel-wielding 75 year old women. For those of you not following the news or who don’t happen to live in Armenia or Georgia, it appears one such lady was allegedly trying to salvage copper when her shovel severed the fiber optic cable supplying these countries with Internet access, creating an hour-long outage. Given older generations resistance to change one can't help but wonder whether this was truly an accident. Copper may be a valuable metal, but an AARP member mining along public rights of way? I might believe gold or gardening, but copper? Personally I will never look at a senior equipped with a shovel the same way again.

Fortunately donuts don’t require utensils so the probability of collateral damage when consuming one is minimal. This morning Melissa Nibbelink delights us with four dozen LaMar’s treats. So come on down and, dare I say it? DIG IN!

Happy Friday!

P.S. It has been brought to my attention that a donut-themed play has made it’s debut in Denver. Those of you for whom eating one or two every Friday is not enough, you might want to get that extra fix with Superior Donuts.

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