I can’t remember anticipating a television show at the level that I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of the series finale of The Sopranos that airs in a few minutes. Will the last episode go Shakespearean in the proportions of its tragedy and make everybody and I mean everybody dead? Will A.J.’s suicidal tendencies manifest itself with patricide? Will Tony see no way out but to seek government protection in order to save his family?
All I know is ain’t better be anybody riding off into the sunset happily ever after else I ain’t never watching that show again! Ever.
UPDATE (7:44 p.m.): Screw me for expecting a final episode with some balls. This makes the ridiculous Seinfeld series sayonara look like genius in comparison.
Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with laonstage.com, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."
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