Demske Doughnuts

      We had never noticed the bakery before that afternoon. It was a Friday at college. Laura and I had finished classes and had walked to Allens Bar a short distance from school down Main Street. The bartenders at Allens were mostly Canisius classmates, and LR and I passed the time waiting for the TGIF to begin back at the student center cafeteria. The drinking age was 18 back then, and the college actually sponsored many drinking events like Rathskellars on Tuesday nights in the basement of Old Main, and TGIFs on Fridays.

       It was a beautiful sunny day when we began our journey back toward campus, and we might have been a tad tipsy and a lot giggly. A bakery? Where did that bakery come from? We went inside and purchased 6 doughnuts – each a different kind. They were put into a paper bag. As we continued our walk back to the school, Laura and I each took a bite out of each doughnut and then returned them to the bag.

      When we got to the TGIF, we offered doughnuts to everyone we met. And when anyone yes, we opened the bag. At the sight of the well-bitten doughnuts, we would get a strange look, and then the giggles would overtake us again.

      Father Demske happened by – the President of the college – very well respected by all. We offered him a doughnut! He looked in the bag and then looked at us and gave a little smile. He did not take us up on our offer. Oh my gosh what had we just done?

      Father Demske was always a good sport – and you know, dealing with as many college kids as he did over all those years, he must have encountered much weirder stuff than a couple of silly girls with their half-eaten doughnuts!

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