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Glazed are from Saturn; Specialty are from Jupiter

Dear Members and Constituents,

Why is it Father's Day gets so much less attention than Mother's Day? As a father I must admit I don't personally care much for the day and I'm okay with moms getting all the hype. Sure it would be nice to get a watch or something but I'm not counting the days until Father's Day. On the other hand, I get the impression mothers appreciate their day more (as do retailers). I think we need to get over the politically correct view that men's and women's needs are the same. Sometimes they are. Often they're not. Obviously, as with any generalization, any specific example I cite as to why they’re different (beyond genetics) will likely not be well received by someone (blame it on individual differences).

This principle also applies to donuts. There's glazed and there's specialty and we are okay with buying more glazed. Granted, today would've been a good day to make an exception by celebrating Boston's NHL victory with some extra cream filled, still, most Fridays more glazed is just fine. This father's day's eve's eve, we welcome a new member to the fold. Melissa Matthews (donut girl) delights us with four dozen LaMar’s donuts –including a dozen specialty. So come help yourself to a sweet treat.

Happy Friday!

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