Finding home

When I'm among trees, I feel very much at home. I suppose growing up in a mill town in the middle of a pine forest imprinted me with some sense of trees. That's why Michigan seems familiar to me, somehow. But if they pre-empt Buffy for Detroit basketball games every season, it's not my kind of town.

on compromised dreams, on dreamy compromises

( Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man )