Dear Members and Constituents, Remember that first infatuation? Young and innocent, pure and authentic. Not quite sure what the attraction meant and not quite ready to take it anywhere, something in your inexperienced brain just flipped. Eyes like deep opalescent pools of marmalade, lips like ripe plums ready for the picking and hair like waves of silky wheat blowing in the wind. Lost in the feeling. Restless nights filled with visions of unreachable perfection and implausible stratagems to break the touch barrier. Ah, touch. That often overlooked sense seems to somehow hold the key to bliss. A shoulder bumped in passing, a casual tap. A cheek caressed, a handshake, a hug. If only you could gather the courage to touch that blissfully oblivious someone. Why that senseless urge for a seemingly ephemeral connection? Like a slow motion drop of water dissolving into an infinite pool, you envision an invisible energy exchange connecting you to that timeless someone; a moment forever etche...
Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!