I have a recurring dream: I’m at Caesars Palace at a crowded craps table and I’m betting the field. The dice keep landing on 2 & 12 and I keep doubling my money. The shooters shoot me dirty looks and soon I have a mountain of chips. The dealer asks me to leave. I refuse. The stickman starts wacking me with his stick and I, battered and bruised, wheel barrow my chips to the cashier. There I realize I have enough money to buy the casino which I immediately do. I go back to the craps table, fire everyone and thrash the stickman with the stick he beat me with.

It’s with strange sadness and some regret we announce the closing of our humble, online destination resort.

So there’s that.