A Cause for Celebration?

[Posted by Ed Stocker in JP's absence]

Dear Members and Constituents,

Today we are celebrating the 9^th anniversary of our little donut club. I’d like to personally thank JP for starting this many moons ago, but he’s out of the office today, so this email will have to do.

9 years is a long time. Many things can’t make it 9 years, Concert Communications was a Billion dollar joint venture between BT and MCI (later replaced by AT&T) and only lasted 8 years. Some take 9 years but accomplish little, in the Nine Years War France fought basically the rest of Europe and the end result was only small changes in a few country’s borders. Sometimes good things can happen, in his first 9 years in the NBA Michael Jordan won 3 NBA Championships.

I’ll let you determine for yourself if 9 years of a donut club is worth celebrating or not. I will point out that in two years we’ll be at 11 and able to jam with Spinal Tap when we need to turn it up for that extra push over the cliff.

Our Donut Girl, Yulia Duryea has dropped off four dozen of LaMar’s best for us to enjoy today. Personally I think JP may be hiding out waiting to make the big splash at 10 years, but the donuts are still in his office so come on down and enjoy. And if you want to get him a little something, China or Pottery is the traditional 9^th anniversary gift.

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