I went over there last night (Thursday night), for the first time since January 3 or something--just before LibraryLady trashed everybody--and wandered around. I didn't say anything, just read threads.
It's sad, very sad.
I got an increase in secretions from the lachrymoreal glands when I spied the names of St. Louie Woman, SarasotaRepub, Gingersnap, Linda22203, jendf, John C. Calhoun, &c., &c., &c., but most of the names, I no longer recognized.
It was very sad; it was nothing of the bonhommie it used to be.
But such is life; I'm reminded of the story Demonic Underwear told here, about that one bar in Dallas that burned down and was rebuilt, but was never the same as it had been.
One accepts, adapts, and moves on.
I'm very grateful RebelKev and Thor built this place just in time.