You Say Manna, I Say Maná

Dear members and constituents,
While attending a Spanish rock concert on Tuesday night I could not help but notice several changes have taken place since I first started going to such events – long, long ago. Perhaps a sign of the times (or just a sign I'm getting older) here are a few developments which caught my eye:

• A thousand points of light: When the lights went down and the band began to play, a plethora of flickering little candles was there between me and the stage. Lighters were replaced by the glow of a myriad camera phones capturing shoddy images for Facebook. “Lost in the moment” has sadly given way to “capture the moment”.
• Skin: Lots of skin to be seen. Shorts, skirts and shirts revealing legs, arms and tummies. Surrounded by a sea of people struggling to get a glimpse of what is arguably one of the biggest acts in modern Spanish language music, I discovered an interesting correlation. The surface area of exposed skin is inversely proportional to the attractiveness of the person exhibiting it. I call it the SCANC principle (Skin Covered = Attractive; Not = Creepy)
• Donuts: As I made my way to my seats at the Pepsi Center I was struck by a mini donut shop --not to mention, the band's name was Maná, a reference, one has to infer, to the Exodus bread from heaven.

Which brings us to this morning. Ben Garrard (donut boy) delights us with four dozen delicious LaMar's donuts. Their sweet smell has got me hypnotized. Which only goes to prove the more things change the more they stay the same.
Happy Friday!