I HAD A DREAM. Last night, I dreamt that, on a clear, starry night a mysterious cloud formed over th residence of the MOT, rainng its strange cargo onto his residence, showering the MOt with magical droplets of GOODWILL. The following morning, which incidentally corresponded with the day we celebrate Thanksgiving, he arose with a new sense of benevolence and, as an act of kindness and generosity to those involved with the Omagine Project, finally signed the Development Agreement.

A pipe deam? Perhaps! But who among us has control of the dreams we dream?

In the spirit of goodwill to all o-men, I take this opportunity to wish all you loyal Omagines a Happy Thanksgiving, and fervently pray that OMAG never turns into a a turkey.