Friends, Ever walk by a church and notice a saint precariously perched on a ledge or niche? The calm expression on their face belies no trace of any fear of heights. Seems odd, don’t you think? Seriously! If I were eighty feet above street level, there’s no way you’d see me standing so close to the edge without a railing or handhold. Then again, I’m no saint. And, since being deceased is a prerequisite to canonization, surely they're not suicidal. I must say, though, that the halos on their heads do make me crave a donut. If only Holy Donuts had not gone out of business during covid. I guess I’ll just have to settle for some Dunkin’. Happy Friday!
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!