Closer and Closer and Closer.....

Okay, Fio feels like an idiot. She spent about two hours on the computer trying to remember the the name of last college she taught in before retiring, and then Son L found came up with it in about three second-- probably because he knew nothing of the bad memories your girl had of her ouster....or of the ouster at the same time of four other practiced teachers--to be replaced by five newly minted young women, who, as we later learned, fled at when their own term was up.

And yes, if you're wondering, your girl and her pals, were all experienced teachers who had always received high grades from their students....which her supervisor didn't....

Ah, well....that supervisor no longer walks this earth. Fio has been told that his superior, who had been the behind-the-scenes cohort in getting rid of the experienced teachers, arranged for his cohort's coffin to have a solemn ride down the the city's main street before reaching to its ultimate end.

This is the first time Fiorella has told this story, and it sort of scares her, so rip the blankets off the bed and your girl will switch to comedy like, "You know Christmas is close when Walmart is the most popular store in town😜😜😜 "