And so it ends . . .

. . . and I can't even believe it. It's over---all of it---the laborious slow start---all that whining about spelling and writers' block---the crushing ennui---and then a spark---Pumpkin Carve-nival---the rest is history.

It all seemed to blossom into life after that---the Spektors' adventures in Baker's closet, Corny the Clown, Reginald, Gregoringourothtroglgor [I was never quite sure what his name was]---Ben's self-revelatory musings---the Point Park Guy---

What can be said about the characters you created? That Jeanette Sinclair and Victor [did he have a last name?], often referred to as Victory, for reasons unknown---might just be the single greatest characters in the history of literature?

And thank God Mac, with the help of Humphrey, in spite of his carnivorous conflicts, saved the Gulf of Mexico by plugging the oil leak!!! I wish, oh I wish, it was true.

I love you both and I will miss you forever---the Carve-nival will never the same. Please, please, please never stop writing. The world will be lonely without you---but on the up side---you'll still be here!!!!!!!

Thank you for coming in early and staying late---and always being absolutely, devastatingly funny. You make me happy just knowing that every day you'll both be somewhere making somebody laugh out loud.

Love and best wishes for your brilliant futures!!!

KR

PS: Please do something to restore the self-esteem of the Jeniuses before you leave. Maybe have them go into Baker's closet and come back out again.