As I write this, I am sitting on the third floor of the Baltimore Convention Center, overlooking my first and last Bronycon. On one side of me, there’s a sing-along going, and, on the other, the impromptu memorial to the con. There’s a real air of finality about the place—I think everyone has a sense that this is an End. I’ve been wandering around the con for about a half-hour, trying to find some way to say goodbye to this thing called Bronycon—so I thought I’d write it out.