And her final goodbye with Don—her proffered handshake, the moment when it seemed he might reject the overture, and then his tender, strangely chivalric kiss—had me weepy. Goodnight, office. Goodnight, room. Goodnight, Peggy, jumping over the moon.
J.A.Yang has slummed it in the valley with the Wakefield twins; slumber partied with Huey, Dewey and Louie; joined Krakow in stalking Angela; and climbed every mountain with the Von Trapps.