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Savor the Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,

As I skim world events, it seems apparent to me we live in a privileged nation. I will concede my views are probably distorted by the press and their attempt to narrow all that happens in any given country to a single theme. I picture myself comfortably reclining on a psychologist’s soft leather couch, playing the classic word association game (say the first word that comes to mind) with country names… Bahrain (protests), Somalia (famine), Syria (protests), Greece (bailout), Libya (protests), Mexico (drug violence), Yemen (protests), North Korea (lunacy), Malawi (protests), Japan (nuclear rector), Tunisia (protests –successful), Iran (lunacy), Egypt (protests –successful), Ireland (bailout)… Granted, we have our share of problems (a debt ceiling encroaching, a fiscal deficit looming and a heat wave oppressing the north east) but in the grand scheme of things Americans appear to lead charmed lives.

Donut Club members in particular have the added benefit of having sweet circular pastries at the ready for our consumption every Friday morning. Today is no exception and Bill Long (donut boy) has delivered a good assortment of LaMar’s. So take a moment to savor how truly blessed you are (and what better way to do it than savoring a donut while you’re at it).

Happy Friday!

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