Dear
Members and Constituents,
It’s
that time of year when you feel everything is possible. The sky is the limit
and you’re ready to do what it takes. And so I too will try my hand at
something new. Freestyle. Those of you who believe you can’t spell crap without
rap cover your ears (and read-on). The rest of you, give me a beat box.
Don’t let your resolution lead to disillusion. I propose a
revolution where substitution of the classic institution leads to retribution.
Here’s the solution and it’s proposed execution. Sure it’d be great to lose
weight. You can elevate your gait to escalate your burn rate; or moderate what
you ate on that late date. But before you try the feat and retreat from what
you eat, let me be indiscreet and make you think on your feet. There’s folks on
the street with no meat, wheat or beets. Wouldn’t it be sweet to put hunger on
a complete retreat? Or some, I hear, wish to steer your career. From engineer
to marketeer or cashier to financier? Whatever you do, be sincere and not a
profiteer. Do what brings you cheer, hear? Like Mike Rubsam, he was awesome and
brought two dozen wholesome donuts. So if you’re lonesome, come and grab some.
Making
coherent sentences with a rapid succession of similar sounding words is harder
than I thought. So maybe not everything is possible. In any event, next week
Mr. Stocker returns to his regular schedule, so you can stop rolling your eyes
now.
Happy
Friday!
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