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Today's Donuts are Lucky... Really!


Dear Members and Constituents,
Happy Friday the 13th. On this lucky morning my head was immersed in the clouds as I started my drive to work. I was wondering what I might write when, wouldn’t you know it, up in front of me pulls-up a pick-up truck with license plate number 077-WJP. Kind of eerie if you’re superstitious. On this unlucky day, a car with your initials and two lucky numbers in a row must be some sort of omen. Of course, I don’t believe in superstition, however I do believe in an objective Reality (upper case “R”, if you will) which exists outside of my individual perception (e.g. if I jump off a cliff, gravity will make sure I fall and die, no matter how hard I try to fly). I also believe each of us lives in our own individual version of that reality (lower case “r”), a sub-set of the world we choose to focus upon based on our preferences and limitations (e.g. I might find the view from the edge of the cliff amazing, you might focus on your own exhaustion from the climb and yet another may find standing close to the edge horrifying). Ideally each of our realities should be consistent with Reality (parts of the bigger picture). From experience we know that is not always the case –still, so long as reality is not in abhorrent contrast to Reality, things tend to work themselves out without much of a fuss.

In my reality, for instance, all my jokes are funny, my friends think of me often when I’m not around and each of you enjoys receiving and reading all my Friday e-mails. In Reality these facts may not perfectly prove-out. On occasion, my frame of reference for a joke may not be something to which you can relate or you may go days without thinking of me. You might even go as far as to not read all my donut e-mails… This morning, I propose a test –a reality check, if you will— to probe at my level of delusion. Having gone all of 2011 without a new Friday Donut Club rotation, next week marks the end of the current rotation (started November of 2010!). I would like to minimize the re-shuffling of the calendar when I set it next Friday. Your assignment, if you’ve gotten this far and you happen to be on the “To” line of this e-mail, send me a note containing any dates between now and the end of January, 2013 during which you wouldn’t be able to fulfill your duties as donut boy/girl due to planned vacations and such (and of course, let me know now if you no longer wish to partake in the donut consumption). If everyone is reading this (as my reality dictates), I won’t need to re-arrange the schedule shortly after setting it. Regardless of how this test goes, I expect to see many of you at my desk this morning to witness first-hand the bounty delivered by Laurene Heinsohn (donut girl). Any Friday that stats with a donut is bound to be lucky. Really.
Happy Friday!

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