(Dorothy): How can you talk if you haven’t got a brain?
(Scarecrow): I don’t know… But some people without
brains do an awful lot of talking… don’t they?
(Dorothy): Yes, I guess you’re right.
Laid low by flu-like symptoms, lumps that need an ultrasound diagnosis and possibly terminal contact with insurance agents, I’m taking a couple days off to regroup.
The Lincoln Park High School Marching Band was in full dress uniform and the police commander from our precinct came to direct parade traffic. Most of the citizens of Oz were there, including many, many munchkins.
They cleared out Dorothy’s playlot and came to sit and watch, hold balloons, cheer and clap, eat cake. There were good witches (benefactors), many Toto wannabes, and various politicians and representatives from the city.
Most of all, artist John Kearney, 82, was there, with his son and crew, to unveil this beautiful statue, complete with ruby slippers. Like the Tin Man, Scare Crow and Cowardly Lion before her, Dorothy was constructed in the artist’s studio in Provincetown, MA and then moved here for the installation last Friday. Kearney told all the children that a pat on Toto’s back would bring them good luck.
I think I’ll stop by on my way to the zoo today. Although I’d rather stay hidden under the covers- it’s one of those infamous Blue Mondays Kurt Vonnegut wrote of- I have my final walk through the aviary before I test out on birds. And I can tell you this: there are more varieties of birds than bears or seals. Back in a few. Have a great get up and go sort of day.