Ed’s Note: The following letter has little, if nothing, to do with Keisha Knight-Pulliam.
Dear Rudith Lillian Huxtable:
You have been missing from my life since 1992. I was only 12 at the time, and desperately upset that I no longer would be able to crush on you every Thursday night.
I feel like I grew up with you from 1984 to 1992. The fights you had with Vanessa were similar to the battles I got into with my brothers. I had my first female best friend in the fourth grade, and I swear she called me Bud. Crazy, right?
I’m writing this because I want to know what happened to you. I often wonder that after I finish watching a movie or a television show ends: What happens to the characters once you leave the set? Where do they go? What do they do with their lives? Do they marry the people they called their life loves?
That’s why I cherish The Wonder Years so much. After six years of back and forth Kevin and Winnie are revealed to lead their lives down different paths. But they still have a fondness for each other that can’t be replaced.
I want to know whether or not you ended up with Kenny (bka Bud) or Stanley. I have a 17-year-long bet with my brother riding on your answer. I chose Kenny because he’s your best friend, and it’s obvious that he adores you like no other. His logic may be off sometimes, thanks to his out-of-touch brother, but he has your best interest at heart.
Stanley. I think you were just a fling to him. He was grooming himself for playerdom. End of story.
Also, I want to know if you attended Hillman or did you momentarily disappoint your parents by choosing Spelman? I think a spin-off with you as the lead character and Bud and Stanley following you to college could have been as good as A Different World (and that’s one of my favorite shows of all time, too).
Only one more question. Are you’re back living in your parents’ home? I know you’re about 30 now. But it only seems logical for you to be back in your parents brownstone considering all of your siblings moved back at one point or another.
I’ll patiently await your reply, although it’s sure not to come. No one knows where you are, aside from catching you in syndication.