Tivo Alert: our listing for the last episode of the Wire is 1 hr. 35 mins.

That may include some kind of after show interview/encomium/montage or something but just be aware of it.

That may include some kind of after show interview/encomium/montage or something but just be aware of it.

No, the episode is that long.

And that fucking good. What a send off.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid

But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey

Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare the well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

aww, thanks Corwood!

You know I didn't realize until I read it in the paper last week that the cop bar is actually a little punk rock bar where we've played a million times. [link]

I'm still so overwhelmed by last night's love letter to my fucked up city.

I think those Baltimore scenes were my favorites, although according to a number of critics online today, I am apparently a sucker for something called "fan service," which, in their view, seems to involve any sort of satisfactory resolution to a storyline. Based on the wikipedia definition, I can buy it for Michael's resolution, but anyone else's? Nah.

You don't watch much anime, do you? In that world fanservice has a whole different meaning.

I am apparently a sucker for something called "fan service," which, in their view, seems to involve any sort of satisfactory resolution to a storyline

Fuck 'em. Maybe it was a little pat but all the resolutions made sense to me. Especially Michael's.

the cop bar is actually a little punk rock bar where we've played a million times.

Neat!

I'm a little surprised, but what choked me up the most was the pictures of people we didn't know, just ordinary Baltimoreans going about their business,

The thing about those storyline resolutions - they aren't endings, they're just what happens next, and they're the natural things to happen next. No unbelievable plot twist had to come out of nowhere to make a point or give someone a happy ending or whatever.