Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Naptown - mighty Hobbson has closed out.
We'll miss you, Silent Pagoda. On behalf of everyone, Roy, start a new blog. Hell, I'll give you this one. Just don't stop writing.