Follow the yellow

Fresh from Friday night's Mad Hatter's Tea Party housewarming and the wacky costuming therein; the long, tea-cup covered table, sprays of cards on the walls, 'eat me' cakes and pumping 'Alice' remixes projected onto the wall, I'm alert to the the curious and today's feature in the paper on Frank Baum and his wonderful book, The Wizard of Oz fits that bill. I've learned that, just as there was a real Alice (Liddell) there's an actual yellow brick road and it still exists, somewhere in New York. Baum used to walk along it, in the days prior to his penning his famous story of Munchkins, Wicked and Good witches from all points of the compass and giant mechanical Wizard heads. The bricks, once yellow, are now yellow-brown and don't lead to an emerald city, but I'm not any less interested for that. I'm just happy that I learned something new today and that it's kinda mysterious at the same time. Fancy finding something from the imaginary world here in the ordinary!