It's summer 2020, do you know where your donuts are?

About six months ago, when the "For Sale" sign went back up at 865 Moraine (the home of the former Soda Splash and the former Chicken Fried Latte/Antonio's Frozen Pizza Slice, both of which apparently opened so they could close - see the handbook on tax write-offs, or was this just poor management?), I posted something in a Facebook group asking whether things were perhaps not as cotton candy as first portrayed, when whoever (I have my theories) put up the sign promising "Donuts!/Coming Summer 2020".  I was quickly attacked, ridiculed, and shortly thereafter kicked out of that group, for merely raising the possibility that whoever (I have my theories) wasn't being entirely honest about how successful and well thought out the dream of building a donut shop across from a donut shop was, and how reality might interfere with narcoleptic, hashish-catalyzed dreams.  You can't have your unicorn fantasy dashed by some "truther" raised on reality, especially with the next Bigfoot sighting right around the corner.

"Come in, we're open" is the joke's punchline

Some activity occurred last month, in that rented excavating equipment was parked on the lot for a few days, the weight destroying all remaining concrete, and a hole dug with a pre-fab toilet or whatever that shack was being used for carted away, but we are now well into the dregs of summer, and the open sign remains a cruel taunt (unless the renters are referring to the open hole they created, the better to have someone wandering home drunk from Dave's fall into).

Undoubtedly, this post will be attacked by Val's (I have my theories) cult of sugar-high castrati as well, even with a perfect out, that of COVID (the sign won't be modified and doesn't translate to Summer 2021 either, it just ain't going to happen), which they will ignore and insist it is very shortly to happen, summer is still within reach, and another scam will be perpetrated on the gullible, willing, and incompet-apologists, the bulk of Estes Park's mentally-stunted femme force, who refuse to have their "Leif is my boyfriend" diary-scrawls dashed by someone claiming the earth really isn't flat, suckling on their birth mother's promises and protests and stompings up and down insisting that it is.  

Enjoy your donuts, Estes Park.  Only you should probably form the line across the street while you're waiting, and assuage those sticky hot tears with actual donuts while you attempt to calorically outlast something that will never, ever materialize, and was all a silly jerk on dry dugs to begin with.