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The End of the Road


Dear Members and Constituents,
All good things must come to an end. Ships sink (think the Costa Concordia off the coast of Italy), Super Bowl hopes can go up in smoke with one humiliating defeat (just ask the Denver Broncos) and, if you trust the Maya, the world will end this year (either that or they ran out of room on their calendar). Free speech on the Internet will end if SOPA and PIPA proponents have their way (and you buy into all the detractors’ hype). U.S. Military presence in Iraq, Jon Huntsman's presidential aspirations, and even the longest meetings eventually come to an end. And so to it is with the Friday Donut Club (dramatic pause). After 14 months, our current rotation finally comes to an end today.  On this the final day of the 12th rotation, Tammy Fernandez makes her debut. Four dozen delicious donuts which will inevitably vanish. Next week, I'll be sending-out your assignments for the 13th rotation but for now come enjoy a donut before they're all gone.
Happy Friday!

P.S. Don't forget to check out my latest ramblings on the Level 3 blog Beyond Bandwidth

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