A tale of ranting and raving. A tale of beauty and ugliness. A tale of forgetfulness and bloodymindedness. A tale of long dreams, old dreams, big dreams, gone cold and suddenly heated up to white hotness, and then once in sight,once actually in the palm of my hand, postponed. A tale of the angriest the Ogman has ever, ever been, and the tale of how he coped. A tale of (maybe) some dreams pushed just a little bit closer to the reach of Everyman. A tale of friendship at a level that humbles me even now, and makes me feel unworthy. A tale I hope you’ll enjoy a great deal.