Epistle from Oz

My next blog entry will be from home, sweet home.  I am so close to home, I can almost taste it.  There are a lot more things I want to write about this trip.  Should I keep it up on the blog?

As I intimated, I have developed a case of homesickness.  It started in Vegas.  When we went out walking, I had put my hair in braids to keep it out of my way.  There was a street theater person who was making a living having people take their pictures with her in her golden get-up.  She called to me, "Hey, Dorothy!"  I did a double take, then realized that I must look like I came from Kansas.

But it got me to thinking.  There's no place like home.