Flattop, I've got so much hair that my head can't possibly sunburn...even in Havana. Orillia is a police state only in the mildest possible sense, and on the rarest of occasions. I like most of the cops here. One stopped me on a rural road one evening not too long ago. He looked carefully in the front and even more carefully in the back of my car, shining his flashlight around...he was clearly looking for someone or something specific. Then he said, "Okay ma'am, you can go on your way." I didn't argue the point (about my gender, that is...), because I have learned not to argue with on-duty cops or border officials. In his defence, it was kind of dark...

That's shocking news about the fatal effects of donuts on American cops! Something should be done about it.