As you wander through life friend,
Whatever be your goal,
Keep your eye upon the donut,
and not upon the hole.
A sign in a donut shop my grandfather used to take me to. The sign is embedded in my brain and every time I see a contemporary so-called donut, I think of it, and my grandfather.
One not only got to eat massive amounts of sugar, but one could also watch them dip the donut batter into the deep fry fat to make the donuts. Couldn't have been better to a kid than if they had served chocolate, sugar drenched, pig fat. Somewhat the same thing upon reflection.
Ah, those were the days.
