I so remember that day, too, running home from junior high school, not wanting to miss a minute. As Thayer David's closing monologue was coming to an end, tears welled up in my eyes; I just didn't want to believe it was over, even though I knew it was. I, too, took solace that there were still more Marilyn Ross novels coming out, the comic book series (which, let's face it, was not that good) and one more movie. While many held out hope that ABC would, over the weekend, realize its mistake and the show would be back on Monday, I held out the hope that it would return in September, 1971, not as a daily soap, but as a prime-time, one hour, weekly program, with the exact same cast, bigger sets, picking right up from when Barnabas, Julia and Eliot returned to Collinwood finding Elizabeth looking for Roger's speech. Well, you can dream. We still got "glimpses" of DS with Dan Curtis' movies on TV, complete with Robert Cobert DSish music; we saw DS performers in other movies, such as Jonathin Frid in "The Devil's Daughter," and Grayson Hall in "Gargoyles." Within a year, the paperback and comic book continuations were gone and what was left of DS passed into history. Or so we thought. But all throughout high school, and even thereafter, in my mind I composed my own plotlines, novels and even movies. As a matter of fact, I've never stopped.
Gerard