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November / December 2014 7 then back at Heston, then at the clock again. Dunn's opens at 9:00 am. I need to leave for church at 10:00. I can do this. I ran upstairs and tossed on some cloths and a ballcap. Grabbing my keys and coffee, I was out the door within ten minutes - and on a Donut Run mission. I took the most direct route needing to make up time. It worked. I pulled up to the gate just minutes before they opened. First in line. Dawn is a beautiful thing when you stop and watch it happen. Soon enough an elderly gentleman made his way to the gate. He unlocked it, swung it open and I rolled in giving a friendly "Morning to ya" as I passed. Once inside I was-again greeting with the smells of donut nirvana. I placed my order and was handed a fresh bag of warm donuts. My precious. I turned to walk out and was met by the old man again. "Is that your Porsche?" he questioned. Humm. I gave the easy answer, "Yes it is and it's a great day for a drive." Leaving the parking lot I paused. Do I go right, the direct route, or do I go left, the longer route home? I went left. After all this is my Porsche and IT IS a great day for a drive. I found myself on the back roads of my youth. It was as if distant memories were serving as my GPS. I seemed to know where to go, haven not driven these roads in more than a decade. I pushed forward, not lost but not found. Cresting one last hill I could see civilization again. Once home I was greeted at the door by a very happy dog, tail a wagging. Was he happy to see me or more donuts? Not sure. I knelt on one knee giving him great praise and a tummy rub, saying thank you. Thank you for getting me out to experience God's great creations on a Sunday morning before church. And yes he got a bite of a donut as a reward. - STAN