The bouquet I sent Susan for her birthday (1/9) is still sitting in our living room. But I will still send flowers. Just not today because she she used to work at a florist and knows how insane today is, so she doesn't want me to send flowers on a day like today (Mother's Day is the next worse day at a florist).

The final episode of Quantum Leap was amazing. Just remember that none of the individual episodes match that one and it may not be too bad. I know I can still enjoy an episode of QL.

The episode where we found out that Al was a POW was also a good one.

I was talking about the show with Lani last night (she never watched) and I said that the only real concrete thing I remember was that all of us in the dorm absolutely hated the final episode -- it was a big group TV night.

So unfortunately, if my adult tastes have flipped so that I don't like the show but would love the final episode sadly I'll never get there because I'll stop Netflix from continuing to send then.

The first time I watched the last episode, there was a part of me that was angry that they left so many open ends (and not in the "we're going to make a movie" sense). In retrospect, I realized that the story was written in such a way as to get the viewer to think and to formulate their own opinions of what happened to the persons in the story.

It is one of the few TV episodes that got better with repeated viewings for me.

I hated most of the final season. They were trying way to hard to be deep.

If I recall the final season correctly, I would agree with you. But the final episode was stellar (IMO)

Quit derailing guys!

I didn't mean just your bringing up of "worst memory," I was including everything else you were saying about the day. I agree that I have no interest in the Hallmark-brand Valentine's Day (TM), and I know that there are some people who use the day as an opportunity to milk their partner for another thoughtless gift. And yep, that's lame.

But on the other hand, sometimes those who have trouble expressing their feelings can get a lot out of this day. Not everybody can write or express their love, and maybe a Hallmark card helps them, and maybe this day reminds them to do it.

And then there's my dad, who took today as an opportunity to express his love, in his very little time not spent nursing his sick wife who is in a lot of pain, by writing a poem to tell her how much he loves her.

So, no. No big paper bag full of mean Valentines depicting a series of fat animals that arrived in my papier-mache mailbox in second grade, no memories of bad times or abusive partners, no sending-myself-flowers-because-I'm-lonely memories of my Valentines past can change that in the end, I think this holiday can be good, if you make of it what you want to. Which you do, and I do, and a lot of other people do. So don't malign the day, malign the people who misuse it.

No.





I hereby sentence you to be hanged by the neck until you cheer up.

Perhaps- instead of lecturing me on how I view the day and speak of it- you can start a thread expounding on the happy bits of Valentines day.

Seriously.

Kevy Baby's way ahead of you, Neph.