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Dear Members and Constituents,
What's your passion? In this world of “blink and you missed it”, time seems to be the scarcest of resources. Important tasks go undone and dreams unfulfilled. If mortgage payments were no more and food was guaranteed, what would you do? I’m not talking about a scenario where the Maya were right and you’ve got two weeks to cram it all in. I’m just saying, absent the practical realities of life, would you change anything? Would you continue to perform the exact same tasks in the exact same way? Would you spend fifty hours at the office or would you travel the world with your family and volunteer more with your friends? Would you have the same job and hobbies or would you spend more time sitting on an oak rocking chair, under the shade of an oak tree, watching the squirrels eat oak acorns? Which reminds me, Mike Robles (this morning's donut boy –whose last name is the Spanish word for “oaks”) has delivered four dozen Winchell’s donuts. While his donut selection is good, it’s not shocking (unlike this shocking link he sent me yesterday). So prioritize what matters and come grab yourself a treat.
Happy Friday!

Comments

TJ said…
Definitely Travel, and start an Ecuador Porsche Owners Club. (I would have to own one of course)

TGIF JP.

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