Bouncy

People were more energetic here; we managed a couple of walks for the elder stateswoman in the house, and plenty of conversation. The flood of good wishes on her big zero birthday continues to stimulate questions, not all of which I can answer. We were reminescing about one of her particularly awful male students, who was so disruptive that she actually tied him to a chair to protect the other kids in the class before summoning the principal, who wasn't very helpful or pleased. (He was in charge when I went to school there, the insufferable, strutting little shit.) The bad acting kid came up to her years later in the grocery store and apologized for his horrible behavior; he had become a doctor.