I went mountain biking with Filipe on Sunday, on the
Milwaukee River Trail. It was pretty great, but at one point, as I was trying
to negotiate a narrow curve between a tree on one side and eternity on the
other, I found myself having to confront both. Trying to sneak too close to the
tree, I banged my shoulder into it and ended up flying off the other side of
the trail. As I vaulted four feet sideways and four feet down to land with a
kersplash in the river, I thought of donuts and you, my beloved colleagues. To
my surprise, I survived to crawl ashore. Lucky to be alive, I’ll be at
Wednesday Donuts this morning, counting my blessings. I hope you’ll be there
too. LAP S185. 10am.
-MLJ
PS->Donuts this week courtesy of Dr. Colin Scanes. In Dr.
Scanes’ honor, I’ve composed a song of thanks, sung to the tune of O
Tannenbaum:
Oh, Colin Scanes Oh, Colin Scanes
Your wallet held a twenty
Oh, Colin Scanes Oh, Colin Scanes
You’re generous in summertime
I put this line in ‘cause it rhymes
Oh, Colin Scanes Oh, Colin Scanes
I found you in your office
Oh, Colin Scanes Oh, Colin Scanes
Of all the Bio faculty
You seem the most British to me
Oh, Colin Scanes Oh, Colin Scanes
Your wallet held a twenty.
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