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Mystical Donuts!

Friends,
For a society that claims to dislike math we sure do put a lot of numbers on things. We try to measure people –height (Ft.), weight (Lb.), age (Yr.) and money ($), yet we fail to put a number on the ultimate measure of a man… “where he stands at times of challenge and controversy” -Martin Luther King, Jr. We measure beer –alcohol (ABV), bitterness (IBU) and color (SRM), yet we forget that “whoever drinks beer, is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven!” -Marin Luther. We measure music (bars) and buildings (square feet), yet we forget that “talking about music is like dancing about architecture” -Steve Martin. Some of you might even be counting how many times I’ve quoted someone named Martin (3). A problem with all this counting is that these attempts to demystify often oversimplify that which we measure. Perhaps that’s why we have yet to put a number on things like love, hope, faith, freedom, happiness and luck –the latter immeasurable despite using numbers like lucky 7 and unlucky 13. And while you can count down how many donuts remain (starting with 12), luckily we can’t measure the joy and goodwill they bring.

Happy Friday (the 13th)! 

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