I know a herd of deer who think I am one of the herd. Thanks to these rotten Minnesota/Wisconsin winters, the park is closed half the year. I hate winter with a flaming purple passion.

The story gets worse. There is no public transport within miles, and Parkinson may someday render me unable to drive.

I wish I lived in Japan. Nara Deer Park, the world's largest and oldest, is open every day in the year--and served by the famous  shin-kan-sen, the Bullet trains