The worst is upon us now. Drama, controversies. I'm going to miss everyone who's leaving. I can recite my apologies. I can lament the degradation of the space I find most joy in. But that's rote. Goodbye, those of you leaving. We'll try to hold our own; you've done it before. I love each and every one of you. You helped me through a tough summer. If there's anything I can do for you, I will. song- Air For Band (arr. Frank Erickson)