Friends, I’ve been thinking about the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn on the 21st. Perhaps it’s fitting the media hyped it and dubbed it the Christmas star. One might be forgiven for misaligning expectations and reality. You had to know what it was, where to look and add magnification to really appreciate it. Otherwise, to the uninitiated it looked like two medium-sized stars right next to each other. A big let-down. But, if you knew where to look and what it was you saw, maybe, just maybe, you’d be in awe -even without a medium-powered telescope. Kind of like Christmas itself. The birth of a poor boy in a shed at a backwater town of a distant colony of the Roman Empire, so long ago. A refugee of dubious paternity born away from home, on a government-imposed journey whose actual birthday was lost to time. How incongruent these humble beginnings seem when you watch frenzied shopping for unnecessary gifts shared at banquets filled with excessive eating. Colorful lights, tinsel, ornam...
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!