By October, silly things like rent and utilities and money started to stress out the owner. One of the growing number of pseudo-employees was also making waves in how things should be run, apparently not content with a happy little anarchy.

As November started, things seemed grim. The atmosphere was perhaps at its best, and business was even very nearly "good". But, alas, the ball had been put in motion and not much time was left.

The Binary Cafe, seen facing west, in its heydey, during a class (being taught by Aaron in the left side of the photo, smoking).

Perhaps directed by Fate, I had an opportunity to move back to the States and pursue some interesting work. I left in mid-November. By the time I went back to spend New Year's in Toronto, the Binary Cafe and Hexadecimal Emporium had closed.

Something that good, that pure and wonderful, could not last. I miss the Binary Cafe, but I still have the friends I made during that short period. And I have the memories. And now these pages. Thanks for dropping by.

-jon, January 1997