But, like a small child who will stare at a freak, I am fascinated by people who live off the grid, off the map if you will. Who say to hell with society and work out their own ways and rules. (You know, I actually sat here and stared into space for a good two minutes trying to figure out what the PC word is for the word, freak, so I wouldn't attract the ire of the well-intentioned. But I decided to use that word in the spirit of that lifestyle. I think PC is one of the first things that gets jettisoned along with cable and trips to Wal-Mart when you go off the map. Living off the map means you don't have to worry about the PC crowd anymore because, frankly, they wouldn't be caring about you either. Off the map isn't on anyone's radar screen.)
So, this bit of research caught my eye over the weekend. It's about people who live in a place called Antelope Valley outside Los Angeles, and how the county is harassing them and trying to remove them from their land. What has this to do with playwriting? Well, it definitely has something to do with what I'm currently working on.