No, not the variety of peaches or the woman, but the province. In Canada. Out west. Nestled at the eastern border of the Rocky Mountains. Beautiful place, beautiful people. I’m off to Edmonton and Calgary next week to do some interviews (scour the brains of some policing experts on the promotional process) then I’m off to spend some time with my cousin, Leslynn (who is more like the sister I never had) and my 86 year old Aunty. She taught me how to do a proper putting swing – eyes on the ball, back, steady, forward, follow through. She’s had two holes-in-one in the past 20 years, which is remarkable. I’m just happy getting within striking range of the pin. My cousin Neville (one…

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