I’m sitting on the porch on a sunny day, sipping Sassafras tea and working my way through the first of many Bavarian cream doughnuts. You can spot an amateur when he spells it donuts. It doesn’t get any better than this, till you approach the Pearly Gates. I gotta think to wipe off any devil doughnut DNA from my face before I get to the front of the line. I hope it’s not a day where a lotta politi…