Silas: Milo... I'm sorry. I need to bail.I know, "where the hell am I going to go?"...*Sigh* I don't know. But I know I can't stay here.We built a great thing here, I even stuck it out when things went sour and we had to switch to our "down home" menu. We made it work.But after the bombs and everything fell apart... I know this is going to sound terrible, but... I'm not exactly a soup kitchen kind of guy.So... this is goodbye. Don't hate me.