…Is the distance a person will drive in order to buy one.
Studly Doright and I drove about an hour to have donuts at Johnson’s Donuts in Perry, Florida, this morning, but that was nothing. A couple from Gainesville, a two hour drive, came in just because someone told them that Johnson’s donuts were better than Krispy Kreme. They ordered one of everything. We didn’t stick around to see what they thought, but they sure had big smiles on their faces.
Studly and I had donut holes, hot donut holes. Well worth the drive.
The evening ended on a high note. A C, I believe. When the applause faded into
murmurs and restless rustlings I found myself in the midst of a jubilant crowd,
jockeying for position to exit the venue.
A seemingly endless series of stairs climbed up and up, testament to the
quality of my third row seat. By the time I’d made my way to the top I was winded, weak in the knees.
Across a carpeted foyer and into the night, I inched along, part of a slowly stampeding
herd. Around me, talk swirled of late dinners and night caps, of romantic
assignations and illicit rendezvous.
The doors opened onto a blustery night. Jackets quickly donned against the chill
could not dampen the anticipation in the air. And I? I threw caution to the wind and
ordered two donuts at the bakery next door.
Walking on the wild side.
The Stat Connection
Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.
After fooling around with my stats page by going to a place that I didn’t know existed, I discovered that I do have access to stats that are more than a week old. I’m so pitifully unsavvy about accessing such things. Poor, poor me.
But to find my top-viewed and best liked posts I didn’t have to go back very far at all. All of these were published in 2016:
Without You http://wp.me/p4O8fw-1Gz
A Pauper’s Death http://wp.me/p4O8fw-1Et
Bathtub Follies http://wp.me/p4O8fw-1F1
Piano Player in a Whorehouse http://wp.me/p4O8fw-1Cs
I hope I’m learning to connect with readers more, and certainly I’ve learned how to interact with other bloggers in more productive ways.
Try as I might, though, I cannot find any connection between these four posts, other than that they were all written by me.
Without You and Bathtub Follies are both slice-of-my-life stories and have a bit of humor to them, but A Pauper’s Death is a rather mournful poem, and Piano Player in a Whorehouse is a bit of futuristic fiction set in a post-Trump presidency America.
If I knew what made them succesful I’d copy down that formula and sell it; although, to be honest they weren’t THAT succesful. One of these days, though, as God is my witness, I’ll publish a piece that gets more than a mere 55 hits. And then, I’m going to celebrate with a donut.
Count on it.
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you can do it!
rise and shine, girl.
right here in my bed.
the world’s your oyster!
go away. leave me.
mumble, mumble, mumble.
i brought donuts!
and coffee with Baileys.
wait. did you say
donuts? Baileys? i’m up.
National Donut Day is a thing.
Diets are a thing.
The two things are not compatible.