Open Letter to the People of Weimar, Illinois

Dear Residents of Weimar,

I hope this message finds you all in good health. As you know, we've spent quite a long time together, especially the Schumakers and Hursts. It's been four years now we've worked together in some capacity, one time even bringing a strange red-headed man named Ollie to town. Yes, those were strange times. And now we are in stranger times still.

Your story has been turned in on fancy, cotton paper with visible watermark. Four copies of it no less. Totaling well over 1,000 pages (that's a $211.34 Kinko's printing bill). So, our time together has come to an end.

That does not mean I won't return to Weimar. It is beautiful country, and I won't be able to resist visiting again. In fact, I have three ideas already in ways which I can enrich your lives, and in this time away from each other, I will think of other ways to make your lives even better. Maybe even reinstalling the Godar Heights Retirement Community on the banks of the Wheeler. I will say that I am leery of giving back the retirement home, and the more drawn out, complicated end of Hoss (where he would inherit Sherman's bar), and other expansions, pulling a "Full Russo" if you will, because your story is best told over the course of four days, and to tell it longer, to explore in great detail every inch of your lives, we would need much more time. Months even.

Nevertheless, people of Weimar, we need to be apart. But like Douglas MacAruthur, I shall return.

Thanks for the good times.

-Bryan