One final note

Yeah, I broke my own rule. But I've got some thank-you's in order.



Thank you, Travioli, for the best amazon purchases and subsequent email pen-pal friendship a girl could have.



Thank you, Two G Dred, for reconnecting me with jazz, rap, and all the soul goodies from my babyhood. If I could be that little kid talking to the adult me? That's what it feels like. Tania's got something solid with you. True spirits will always find each other.



Thank you, JWe, for waking me up, shaking me to my core, and making me examine the love, the sorrow, and all inbetween from 1976 to now. It's not just the ice, it's the person that chooses the sport. I was losing my love, but you handed me back to me. My heart beats in my chest once again. Eternal gratefulness to you. Rest that foot for Nationals!



Thank you, all my readers, for keeping up with me thru this here blog and informing me of your comings and goings. I appreciate the cards (email and snail mail), the mp3's, the cds, the phone calls, the jokes, the silly cartoons, the commentary (good and bad), the whacked out opinions, and anything else you may throw in my digital kitchen sink!



Tonight will not be the same without Dick Clark, but I'm willing to see Regis either soar above the shadow of Mr. Bandstand or sink horribly like that time David Letterman did the Oscars.



2005 will certainly be different.