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Happy National Mario Day!

Friends,
It seems there is a day for just about everything. Women’s day just passed, drunken Irish day is a week away, heck, today is Mario day! Looking at the U.N. calendar of world days there are days for human space flight (April 12th), midwives (May 5th) and the succinctly named “International Day for the Right to the Truth concerning Gross Human Rights Violations and for the Dignity of Victims Week of Solidarity with the Peoples Struggling against Racism and Racial Discrimination – day 4” (March 24th). Despite the great variety of themes for days (and weeks and months), I believe I have identified a void. There is no Male W.A.S.P. (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) day. Say what you will, but if typewriters get a day (June 23rd), why not the Male WASP? The idea came to me last night as I was enjoying the sunset colors and cloud formation when, suddenly, there it was. An image of a WASP that has been incessantly taking the headlines for the past few months. I won’t name names, but suffice it so say he has big hair and is known for employing words like “bigly” (or was that “big league”?).  If we give him a day, does that mean we don’t have to hear him the other 364? We should be so lucky.


Fortunately, you don’t have to wait until national donut day (June 2nd) to enjoy a delicious treat. We have a dozen Holy Donuts ready for your enjoyment, so grab a hot beverage and come enjoy a sugary treat. They are... amazing.


Happy Friday!

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