And out of a swirling mist appears a lone figure. Slender, dark haired, slipping into the light with the grace of a dancer (sorry, poetic license). The figure stands a while looking lovingly into the window of the Building. He looks wistful but proud.

"This is my work of art", he thinks. "How did this happen? This miracle of people, words, music, and love? I wrote the programs and planted the seed, but how did it grow to be such an amazing magic beanstalk?"

With that thought, he quietly makes his way into the bustling throng gathered in the warm, happy/sad environs of his creation. The Mudcat Cafe.

Happy (insert preference here), Max!