When Dorothy returned from Oz and declared, “There’s no place like home,” that dewy tribute to domesticity made sense, coming from a Kansas farm girl recently abducted by flying monkeys and repeatedly threatened by a wicked witch.
But what if Auntie Em, instead of oozing empathy, informed her that she awoke to a changed world, told her to put on a mask, and delivered the devastating news that the big square dance was cancelled because of social distancing concerns?
Flash forward three months, and the poor girl is staring out the window, hoping to hitch a ride on the next twister out of town.
Friends of Dorothy feel her pain, and they’re aware the prospect of summer travel requires a new type of yellow brick road—one that will take them over
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