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Take in the Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
We’ve all seen them. Cameras strapped around their necks, hair disheveled, making unexpected stops along the way. Looking out of place and not caring about making fools of themselves. As a matter of fact, we’ve all been them. Visiting the sites locals know about but never bother to go. Not caring that the traditional cuisine is not what locals eat and the antiques have recently been aged. I’m talking about tourists, of course. Why is it we only behave that way when we’re so far from home? I have a feeling it has something to do with the fact we don’t know whether we’ll ever be back, so we want to take it all in. As tourists, we have an expiration date and want to make the most of the limited time we’ve got. At home, on the other hand, we’re surrounded by the familiar, we have our comfort zone and we take our ability to take the sites in “sometime” for granted. I know folks who lived in Anaheim but never went to Disneyland until they moved three thousand miles away (my folks, as a matter of fact). But, if you think about it, we all have expiration dates. Nobody makes it out of this thing we call life alive, and nobody knows how long they’ve got left. So, why not borrow a page from the traveler and live like a tourist every day? Take it all in! I propose we start with the donuts. They’re here, courtesy of Austin Hurt (donut boy) and they’re not getting any younger. Grab yours and enjoy!
Happy Friday!

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