Fanning Files
February 16, 2022
By Me
I hadn’t been a bit nervous about it until I was sitting in a chair at UW-La Crosse waiting for the results. Failure meant canceling a much-anticipated trip. One by one others sharing this space, separated by purposefully spaced chairs six feet or more apart, were called into a private area and given the results of their test. Mrs. Me was with and she was called first. I didn’t hear a scream, so I presumed she had passed. Then, it was my turn. I walked through the doorway and was...
For access to this article please
sign in or
subscribe.
Reader Comments(0)