It's hard to face to the fact I'm a member of the last generation to wait with sheer joy for that annual network TV airing of that 1939 original movie musical fantasy, The Wizard of Oz. It was always around Easter time and on a Sunday, usually in CBS prime time special broadcast. The special was a family event. Mom would make cookies or brownies and we'd all be together watching TV in the living room. Every year, we kids of pre-cable television waited eagerly for Judy Garland to be Dorothy Gale once again on a poor Kansas farm. She'd sing us "Over the Rainbow," be carried into the Land of Oz and have quite the adventure making new friends and a major foe before finding The Wizard.