Act 117

Read the Wizard of Oz.

I’ve always liked Dorothy. Her ruby slippers especially. Her can-do attitude. Her kindness for strangers. Her love of home. What I didn’t know is that the Dorothy character and I might have a little more in common that just those things.

What I didn’t know was that Frank Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was a parable about money and the financial system – the gold standard, specifically. But, come to think of it, I’m surprised I missed that. OZ (the measurement for gold), yellow (gold) brick road, emerald (money) city, wizards, tin men (who need oil), red shoes (debt)? How did I miss that. I suppose it’s yet another example of not paying enough attention to the situation in which I find myself.

But now that I recognize it, I’m not surprised in the least that OZ is not that wonderful. I’ve had occasion to meet good and wicked witches and peek behind the curtain having done some work in that industry. It really is akin to fussy, bumbling small-minded types who randomly press buttons and pull switches to convince us they run the show. But it’s not true. Like Dorothy, the tin man, the scarecrow and the lion, there’s nothing we can’t do for ourselves with the right amount courage, heart, intelligence and love We just need to believe we can.

There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.