It's getting worse...

In the last month there's been a stabbing, a shooting, and a flambeed Mormon church on my usually peaceful running route, which includes the fanciest stretch of Brattle Street, home to the v.v. fancy, and pahhhhhts of Hahhhhhhhhhhhhvahd, school of the v.v. fancy.

Well now a deer has gone and impaled itself on a fence surrounding the graveyard of the v.v. fancy that I jog by. Impaled and disemboweled. Yuck. Poor deer.

I think it might be safer for me to start running in Winter Hill.