I'm an American. I admit it. Actually, I don't even have to admit it because my attire, my accent, my attitude, all proclaim my Americanness to anyone with whom I come into contact.
As an American–of a certain age, I might add–portions of my personal aesthetic were formed by some iconic American things, one of which being The Wizard of Oz. The original…
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