"This concludes my story...with grateful thanks to everyone who has made this all possible," she writes.
No. NO! It can't be ending, can it? But it is. Johnston is concluding her popular strip about the Patterson family, which started in 1979 and was novel for the fact that the characters aged in real time. Hence we end with little Michael as a married dad with two kids of his own and baby Elizabeth completing her own nuptials after realizing that Anthony was the one for her. (I'm relieved she dumped the bad boy helicopter pilot, frankly.) I'd just love to know what's ahead for April. Will she grow up to be a vet? Will she throw it all away to get the band back together?
We won't know, because Johnston has earned a break. But my morning paper won't quite hold the same allure anymore, I have to admit. Still: thanks for the memories, Ms. Johnston.