I've watched the show you fought tooth and nail to save since I was a freshman in high school. I can still remember the first scene I saw, of Jenny Eckert-Ashton being offered a St. Patrick's day drink by her grandfather-in-law Edward Quartermaine. Today, I heard some awful news. I heard that the woman who single-handedly saved the hospital from closing had been replaced.

I don't believe for a second what the ABC press release said. I know you didn't choose to leave. I know you've fought to keep GH true to itself even in the face of increasing network interferance. I'm sure you've seen this coming for a while, at least since Ms. Behr got hired, perhaps even as far back as when Ms. Fili-Krushel got kicked upstairs. It's got to smart that the suits will bend over backwards to keep Agnes Nixon on the payroll, while you're left to twist in the wind.

But I don't mean just to use this letter to excoriate the idiots at ABC Daytime. I actually just want to thank you for your time at my soap.

Firstly, thank you for working so well with Claire Labine. I know that the road between you got a little bumpy towards the end, but for two years, you and she lifted GH from being the best soap on the air to being perhaps the best soap that ever was. Thank you for all the wonderful, life-affirming moments which populated those two years.

Thank you for your compassion. I don't know adequate words to express what I feel about the wonderful opportunity and forum you gave to Lee Mathis. I don't need to thank you for your faith in Maurice Benard; he's done that time and time again in the soap press.

Thank you for coaxing Genie Francis back to GH. I might never have known this wonderful, dynamic actess in the role which made her a star had it not been for you. Thank you for Nancy Lee Grahn. Thank you for Sarah Brown, Jonathan Jackson, Tyler Christopher, Rena Sofer, and Becky Herbst. Thank you for Ingo Rademacher and Jon Lindstrom. Thanks even for Vanessa Marcil.

Thank you for Stone and Mary Mae. Thank you for Ryan Chamberlain.

Thank you for V. Thank you for BJ's heart, Monica's cancer, the return of the Cassadines and Sigmund the duck. Thank you for the Nurses' Ball. Thank you for Port Charles, the little soap that could.

I could go on for pages, but I hope this last thought will be enough...

Thank you for almost nine years of the best hour of my day.

With deepest appreciation,
Turner Arrington

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