I leave many mornings in my old trusty 4x4, its a six cylinder, and like the scare crow, the cowardly lion,and the tin man, I go off with Toto (bogie) in search of my things I did not have when I left. I must say I have not made it to OZ yet being stuck some where between the poppy field of dreams and the ugly truth of the mean spirited apple trees with some ugly truths of life, perhaps Bogie and I will avoid the flying monkeys and the true evil of the world at war,the wicked witches, and find my way out of the addictive numbing powers of the opium poppy (for they only allow me to stick my head in the sand to avoid pain), and to make it to OZ. In my case the question and what I seek from the wizard is what and where is home (and peace) really?