As you wander through life brother,whatever be your goal;
keep your eye upon the donut,
and not upon the hole.
Speaking of donut shops, as the featured commenter in the last post here so un-eloquently spoke. And given that she has declared that only foreigners now own donut shops in America...because as she surmises, only foreign, un-American types can get loans to start donut shops. I mean, holy shit, what is more American than a donut? OK, OK, Mr. Charleston...you are going to say hot dogs. The lady was not talking about hot dogs. She brought up DOferkingNUTS. OK?
At any rate, it reminded me of a donut shop my grandfather sometimes took me to in the wee early hours of the morning before school when I was a little guy, about 7 or so.
I can almost smell and taste the fresh donuts from that place. I can certainly remember watching them being made on the other side of the counter at which we sat. Dough with holes on some sort of conveyor belt, plopping into the deep fryer. No wheatgerm, all bran, bullshit anything...WHITE dough. When you got your donut, my God it was heaven. Almost too hot to eat, you had to let it cool for a while. These weren't ferking cold Kryspy Kreme common denominator type donuts...no sir. Fresh, hot and sweet.
I can still picture my grandfather dipping his donut into his coffee. He didn't sweeten the coffee, because the donut did it for him I suppose. I'm not sure...he never said. I picked up that habit from my grandfather in later years when I would have a donut (I also picked up my grandfather's love of...beer...another post, methinks).
The thing I most remember from this donut shop was the large sign over the counter...which I posted above. And believe it or not, when I have trouble staying focused on a particular problem, I always remember this saying. Strange isn't it? Only seven or so, and this dumb thing has gotten me through many uncertain moments in my life. Maybe those donut makers knew a thing or two that had nothing to do with donuts. And I would be willing to bet that their antecedents were not originally from here. Just saying.
By the way, I don't eat donuts any longer...my old plumbing just won't allow it. OK, maybe now and then, but don't tell my wife.
