Purgatory makes me think of my beloved 7th grade math teacher, Mr. North, who was a terrific math teacher and an even better comedian. I remember him kidding my fellow students sometimes, "You're gonna go to purgatory!" Don't ask me the context in which this outburst arose, I don't remember. But trust me, it was funny.
I just heard that my parents' friend, Mr. Klein, moved recently to a country home from the city where they used to live, and that over the last year, he shot dozens of deer. This is not a bad thing, considering the extreme overpopulation of deer in these parts, even though I think they are graceful and beautiful animals. Unfortunately, they can also be a great nuisance. I just saw three of them run past me this afternoon, about 50 feet away from me.
Now the Kleins must be up to their eyeballs in venison. I don't think that's necessarily such a bad thing either. I discovered how tasty venison can be.
