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What if donuts were late?

Dear Members and Constituents,
What if. Utter these two words and magic happens. Suddenly, you have permission to suspend disbelief, move past a mental roadblock or impasse and travel the less-trodden road. You're empowered to imagine a world that might be, free from the shackles of pragmatism, tradition and reality. What if you could fly? Where would you go, what would you do, how would you use your newfound power? What if money was not an object? Would you keep the same job, work the same hours, have the same attitude? What if you were born in a war-torn, opportunity-poor country? How would you feel about the immigration debate in the U.S.? What if you were diagnosed with a terminal disease tomorrow? What if you were guaranteed you were never going to die? What if you could do anything you wanted without consequences? What if?

The list of potential questions is as interminable as the answers they evoke. I think even Socrates, (the guy who said ὁ δὲ ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ), would probably agree these two little words are a great tool for examining your life. So, what if donuts were an hour late? Well, thanks to Bill Long (donut boy), that is no longer a hypothetical question. Was it the end of the world? No. Was it a tad inconvenient? Yes. Do the donuts taste even better after a little delayed gratification? I think so. Come see for yourself.

Happy Friday!

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