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Presidential Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
I love my Friday morning commute! Having skipped breakfast to make room for donuts, my body goes into auto-pilot as my mind wanders. Answering the world’s pressing questions, such as, should I get a bullet-proof vest to protect against flying shrapnel from my car’s airbag?  The majestic clouds and mountains assembled on my dashboard remind me I have yet to make good on my resolution to carry a camera with a telephoto lens. News reports on the grand sheik of a mosque make me ache for a milkshake. Switch stations. Blast the radio, knowingly butchering The Cranberries’ Dreams. Asynchronous air drums, inharmonious hollers, and an oblivious driver make for strange sideways glances from my fellow commuters. Hit the brakes, I’ve arrived! (thank God for auto-pilot reflexes!).

As I walk up from the parking lot, one final glance at the foothills (by now bigger, but framed by duller skies). Will donuts be here? Yes! Chris Hynes (donut boy) delivers in style. Four dozen LaMar’s donuts that would make Washington, Harrison, Lincoln and Reagan proud (for you Jeopardy fans, who are U.S. presidents born in February?). As you ponder your plans for this Friday the 13th/Valentine’s/Carnival/President’s day weekend, head-on down to Ed Stocker’s vacant office (he’s on PTO, but donuts aren't). And remember, decisions are always better with a half-eaten donut in your hand.

Happy Friday!

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