Pizza Chicago! Would that I had not betrayed your magnanimous spirit with such pettiness! Never again shall I taste of your sumptuous cheese, your freshest of basils. This I swear, in recompense for my ignoble conceit. At least until next Tuesday.

Go forth, young Michael, and do what I could not. With firmness of step and the song of user choice on your lips, fight the proud battle of the free web. May your pages open anew—or merely in place—it matters not. Let the passion of purpose and the sheen of quality gird your code, that its days may be long in the tree and its users be glad.