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5,280 Donuts

[Posted by Ed Stocker in JP's absence]

Dear Members and Constituents,
We live in the mile high city, but we aren’t the only ones that can lay a claim to 5,280.  Chicago’s Magnificent Mile is 5,280 feet of shopping, shows, museums restaurants and fun.  Grandfather Mountain is home to the Mile High Swinging Bridge 5,280 feet from sea level.  Traveling from San Diego to London?  That will be around 5,280 miles. The all time single season record for passing in the NFL held by Drew Brees is just about 5,280 feet.  I’m writing this email today because JP has taken off for a visit to phoenix, which if he made three round trips would be 5,280 miles.

And now, joining the 5,280 club is “The 5280 Donuts” located at 555 US HWY 287 in Broomfield or www.the5280donut.com on line.  There’s something about their name I really like, maybe its “The” so prominently and proudly part of their moniker that reaches out to me.  Michael Frost originally alerted us to the presence of this new donut purveyor, but noted their lack of a credit card processing machine.  I am happy to report this morning that our field reporter and today’s Donut Boy Brad Christian has not only confirmed the installation of a credit card processing option, he has brought 5 dozen examples of their wares to share with us this morning.  Come on down to JP’s and get yourself a donut.

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