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Good morning folks.
The building next door to my brothers old shop in Alabama was next door to the main production facility for a local chain of doughnut shops. The cranked out zillions of em every day. Like a lot of cruel bakeries they had the exhaust directed at the street so the street reeked of fresh cooked doughnuts. It was torture if you were hungry. On occasion I would be at his shop on a Sunday working on my cars and just have to walk next door. They often would just hand me a still warm doughnut of some form. A fresh hot bearclaw was impossible to resist.
I bet it has been 6 or 7 years since I even had a doughnut. They are just not on my radar. I am a fruit-aholic for my sugar fix. An apple, orange, banana or a pile of grapes just sounds better to me.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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