Whether you're listening to a foghorn or a bullhorn, when it's time to ship out, last call is the saddest note of all.

And last call struck like a ball-peen hammer to the happy glands at Uncle Bob's Dead Battery Farm. After 10 or 11 years (who's counting?) of residency at Liability's Playground, the Most Fun In the Known Universe set sail for a distant horizon. And it may be quite some time before we pull into another port.

But holy thunderfuck it was a good time. On behalf of your hosts, I just want to thank you for coming up, enduring the torential downpour, and making life just a little bit snappier. And I also want to thank Ted for the months of work it takes to put this fucker on.

Anyway, you're probably wondering "what's the rumpus?"

Well, here was the sheduled plan...

Compare and contrast with with a hostly view of the results.

Then, check out Chris T's photographic evidence.