The Road of Yellow Brick

The Road of Yellow Brick, AKA the Yellow Brick Road.
In the Wizard of Oz books it's known as The Road of Yellow Brick, in the film it's The Yellow Brick Road. Why the change? My guess would be The Yellow Brick Road sings a good deal better then The Road of Yellow Brick. Don't Believe me? Try it. ♫ Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road♫. That sounds pretty good. Now the other way.♫ Follow the road of yellow Brick, follow the road of yellow brick, follow, follow follow, follow, follow the road of yellow brick♫.

In the book the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy follows The Road of Yellow Brick to the Emerald City. At the origin of the Road of Yellow Brick is another road that spirals out and heads the opposite direction, it is a Red Brick Road.The Road of Yellow Brick is a path that brings Dorothy friends, answers, and a way home. Presumably, the red brick road leads further into the strange land of Oz and therefore madness, isolation, questions and the unknown.

So why the lesson, professor? Well Jim, you don't mind if I call you Jim do you? No? Good, Jim it is then.

Well Jim that is an excellent question. It is an analogy, and if I go on long enough it might even be allegory. But back to your question Jim, why the lesson? Well Jim, it seems as if some how I have found myself on The Red Brick Road. I am in a strange land full of strange things I don't understand and I desperately want to get back home. The way home is The Road of Yellow Brick but some how I missed it and wound up on the red road instead. Now rather then getting closer to home, finding friends, and getting answers, I am going further into this place, where madness and isolation are the arbiters.

Jim, my problems are many and varied. Saturday Oct30th I went out for food and mail, but not in the fashion I normally do. Normally a quick bite consists of me calling some friends, hopping in the car and getting dinner. Now I put on all black, wait until night fall, and sneak out of my former best friends currently abandoned house and steal from the neighbors. In fact Jim, I stole your corn, most of it anyways. I left you the King Korn. What is King Korn, Jim?....Never mind it isn't important. As distressing as it is to steal my food, that is not currently why I am so upset. Last Night I went about 5 houses down to the big blue house owned by the Truwaters' figuring they would have a well stocked pantry, since they made good money what with Sam being a big shot lawyer. Well I was in the backyard about to go in when I noticed that the house didn't look so hot. Two windows were busted out, and the inside looked like a fight had happened and I am pretty sure I saw blood on the floor. It was dark and hard to see, it could have been dried something or other, but I am pretty sure that is was dried blood.

Did I go in? Jim, it is not polite to interrupt a man when he is telling a story.

Touche, it isn't Polite to steal another mans corn either. I apologize.

Yes Jim, I went in. I don't know If I can tell you more about that right now. I think it's time for me to lay down.

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