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Ten Year Donutversary

Dear Members and Constituents
We always overestimate the change that will occur in the next two years and underestimate the change that will occur in the next ten. Bill Gates was onto something when he said this (or was it Abraham Lincoln? I can never trust Google anymore). Ten years ago Mr. Gates was still running Microsoft, and Ashton Kutcher had not yet invented the iPhone. The word Facebook might have triggered thoughts of your church's photo directory -not the new religion it’s become- and Twitter was just the glitter in someone's eye. In the ten years since I started Level 3's Friday Donut Club, two of my kids have gone into college, my youngest was born, I got a second master’s degree and a brand new hair color -gray. I sometimes joke that telecom years are like dog years. That being the case, the club was founded a lifetime ago. What will you do this next lifetime? (time will pass whether you want it to or not, might as well do something with it, right?)
This morning, Mr. Stocker was kind enough to entrust me with donut duty and let me write you this note. He was also kind enough to chauffeur me to two distinct donut purveyors (we carpooled). So come celebrate with me, and share your stories of this past decade.
Happy Friday!

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