The sad anniversary has arrived. Forty-three years ago, original fans like me sat in disbelief knowing that this date happened. During the final scene, showing Barnabas' portrait in the 1841 PT storyline, listening to Thayer David's voice-over, listening to the haunting music, I started to cry. I couldn't believe it was over. On the next Monday, hoping beyond hope, I ran home from Washington Junior High School to turn on the TV, wanting to see ABC had changed its mind. But there it was: Password. It was gone. There were still things I could enjoy for a short period longer. There was NoDS coming out; the horrible comic book series was still in print; the Marilyn Ross novels for 45 to 90 cents still hit the shelves in bookstores. I could get my fix, but then the rest of it vanished. I didn't see it again until, a dozen years later while being a grad student in Las Vegas, a local channel started to rerun the episodes at 10:30 at night.
Gerard
