“Toto, We’re not on Canvas Anymore” Set along the edge of the Yellow Brick Road, a torpedo-shaped tank slowly began to open. A scruffy little head peeked out. Dorothy rubbed her eyes in disbelief....

SILVERITE “This strange place cannot be Nebraska”, the big man says. He surveys the fields of blue- tinted rectangular sections of glass, row upon row, blanketing the earth like a swimming pool....