There's nothing uncommon about seeing abandoned things along the bridge.

It's not unlike the mainland in that way.

How many times have you seen forests cleared out to make room for strip malls no one will ever use?

How many times have you driven past the pristine, identical houses of a gated community, in the middle

of nowhere, and wondered if anyone ever lived there at all.

The distinction between lived in and deserted, where whispers on the wind can carry welcomes,

or warnings, seems to be a pretty common theme out here.

When night sets in, you can't tell if that ship on the horizon harbors a single living soul.

Or if the silver glint bouncing off of its sails is more than just moonlight.

But that's not what I'd like to talk to you about today.

What happened at the Transcontinental Hotel isn't exactly that kind of story.

This is a success story. They built it, and people did come. We've been getting some calls lately,

or one call to be exact. So, Frank, just for you, here are the facts.

The Transcontinental Hotel was a mainstay of Checkpoint 8 for 10 years, and it was beautiful.

Five floors of spacious sweets, a three Michelin Star restaurant featuring the freshest fish you've ever tasted.

24-hour, world-class concierge service.

And a ballroom, outfitted with 12 crystal-clear, floor-to-ceiling windows.

When you danced, it was like you were dancing in the sea.

Here's another fact. The Transcontinental Hotel closed. When you danced, it was like you were dancing in the sea.

Here's another fact.

The Transcontinental Hotel closed, without notice or fanfare, the day after its 10th anniversary.

I said this was a success story.

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