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Timeless Donuts

Dear members and constituents
How old are you? I'm not trying to pry into your privacy or get you to reveal your chronological age. I'm talking about that age you think you are when you forget yourself. Those times you're lost in the moment, unaware of social conventions or proper etiquette –that is of course, until you're reminded by some ache or sideways glance at a mirror that you're older (or younger). You know what I'm talking about, don't you? I realize some of you may be shocked to hear I'm mentally out of my teens, but if I'm honest about it, I am about 22 at heart. Out of school, old enough to buy a beer and cool enough to hang with the other kids. Although I've been frozen in this state for a while, it hasn't always been that way. At 15 I was 18, at 10 I was 40 and at five I was... five. So, without telling me how many times you've orbited the sun, can you say how old you are? Really? Well, regardless of your age (mental or otherwise), you'll be happy to know donuts have arrived. Nanette Zeile (donut girl) delights us with four dozen specimens of this timeless treat. Whatever your age, you're never too cool for donuts. So, take a break, recess or quiet time and grab a donut. You can never be too old -or young- to enjoy this delicious snack.
Happy Friday!

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