Hard Road A Cat Marsala Mystery

Chapter One: We Wish to Welcome You to Munchkinland The Yellow Brick Road ran straight for about two hundred yards to the Emerald City Castle. There it split into two parts, circled the castle, rejoined, and went away on the far side. To our left was a clump of trees. There was a sign just before the little woods, shaped like a hand with a pointing finger. On it was written, LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS.I read it to Jeremy, who was six and could decipher a few words but not very many yet. He said, "Oh, my."The Yellow Brick Road ran down the approximate middle of Chicago's Oz Festival. The "road" -- a yellow background with brown outlines of bricks -- was painted on the central pathway through the Grant Park festival area, where Taste of Chicago and other big civic events take place throughout the year. At Taste of Chicago, held in July, restaurants from all over the Greater Chicagoland area rent booths and put their best foods forward. I absolutely love it -- Chicago deep-dish pizza, Harry Caray's fried calamari, Chicago red hots, TNT chili and the Great Chili Cook-Off, fried funnel cakes, death by chocolate -- I could live there.But the new Oz Festival is even more lovable, partly because it's for children, partly because it's whimsical, partly because it's Oz. I'm an Oz fan. And this year -- 2000 -- was the centennial of the publication of The Wizard of Oz -- a hundred years in September.My little pal Jeremy is my nephew. He has red hair and freckles, a round face, a zippy personality, and if you gave him a fishing pole you'd be certain he was Tom Sawyer. My job today, on this warm Thursday in July, had been squiring him around Chicago from mid-afternoon until the 7 P.M. public opening of the Oz Festival. The opening ceremonies with Very Important People were to start at eight. His dad Barry, who is the second oldest of my five brothers, is an events coordinator. He makes corporate events, festivals, and conferences happen. Barry was busy with the festival preparations and Jeremy's mother, Maud, was at home, very busy with their three-week-old daughter. The name Maud sounds old-fashioned and sort of stately, which is charming in view of the freckly, bouncy, red-haired Maud I knew and liked, who had been Northern Illinois Women's Ping-Pong Champion three years in a row. Jeremy had not yet expressed any envy of the newcomer, but the hope was that having me show him some attention might offset future sibling rivalry problems.Jeremy and I had spent the afternoon together and had gone on a carriage ride through downtown Chicago. The horses wear red plumes and pull nice, old-fashioned, leather-appointed buggies. The driver wears an 1890s cape and top hat. All right, it's kitschy, but Jeremy loved it, and I had to admit to a sneaking enthusiasm myself. It was horribly expensive, but Barry had handed me some extra cash to use in minding the child, including money for parking and unparking my car a couple of times, which in Chicago costs more than most events.We stopped at two bookstores, looking for an Oz book Jeremy didn't have. Glinda of Oz was the last Oz book entirely written by L. Frank Baum. The stores didn't have it, and we decided that was okay because we didn't want to carry it around all evening anyhow. I took out my small pocket notebook and wrote down the title and "get someplace soon." Then I took out a red pen and underlined the note."Why do you write things down, Aunt Cat?""Because otherwise I'll forget.""Why do you carry so many pens?""Because I'm afraid something important will come up and I won't have anything to write with.""Why did you use a red pen?""To make sure I knew this was a really important matter. Some of my notes aren't as important.""Why is this important?""Because it's for you."That got him. He stopped asking questions. For a whole thirty seconds. Then he said, "What are we gonna do next?""I'll show you." ID'Amato, Barbara is the author of 'Hard Road A Cat Marsala Mystery' with ISBN 9780743200950 and ISBN 0743200950.