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Carry-on Donuts

Dear members and constituents,

As I prepare for my final day in the office before my twelve day trip to Ecuador, I am reminded donuts are hard to come-about in my home country. It’s bad enough that I have to miss the fire works, but to also deprive my taste buds of the sweet deep-fried taste of donuts seems too hard to bear. Might I take a dozen with me –one for every day of my trip? Sure they'll still be fresh when I get there tomorrow morning, but how long can they hold? Would I need to put any jelly or cream-filled donuts in a Ziploc bag –to comply with the 3-1-1 rule? Might I get in trouble from luggage-sniffing dogs –after all, they are POLICE dogs? Fortunately, my flight doesn't leave till midnight, so the decision can wait and there are plenty of Winchell’s donuts at my desk (courtesy of Eric Jochens, donut boy), so I don’t have to think on an empty stomach. On this fourth of July eve, come enjoy one of the fringe benefits of being in America.

Happy Friday!

P.S. A couple of years ago, on my weekly e-mail I wrote of a 3 ½ year-old boy’s struggle with Neuroblastoma. I thought you might want to know chemotherapy has been successful and he is now a feisty five year old. If you wish to sponsor this year’s Children’s Hospital Courage Classic, Dee Jones dedicating her ride this year to Cullen. I love happy endings!

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