The intro music fades and we find ourselves in Toby and Dina’s place. These siblings don’t live in the most civilized manor. We hear the screen door flapping, birds can be heard either inside or outside of what’s left of the windows, and the bugs…
A very low tech old phone rings. DINA shambles over and picks it up…
Adams County--a patchwork of history and culture. You know you want to come. And why not?
You dreamed about it last night. You felt the draw. The cold, sweat poured from your face as
you looked out the window, knowing you would come here, be compelled to be here, be forced
to see what you saw in your visions….and the Outlet Mall has a shiny train for the kids! Plus
an IHOP. Adams County-----what did the dreams tell you?
Adams County--a patchwork of history and culture. You know you want to come. And why not?
You dreamed about it last night. You felt the draw. The cold, sweat poured from your face as
you looked out the window, knowing you would come here, be compelled to be here, be forced
to see what you saw in your visions….and the Outlet Mall has a shiny train for the kids! Plus
an IHOP. Adams County-----what did the dreams tell you?
heme fades and we hear Move On, from Yankee Bravo playing, and the sound of Chuck sipping coffee and typing/clicking away as he preps for the next episode of The Cryptic.
CHUCK:
Come on, come on. Gotta find something. Give Chuck something yummy.
GREG:
( a beep) Hey, this is Zev in Zainsville. There’s a yeti…. (a beep cuts off Zev)
CHUCK:
Nope. C’;mon ...big money, big money….
Anonymous caller:
(A beep) I think I seen a dragon down near Yellow Springs. It has eight tails and it’s crappin’ all
over my sorghum…. (another beep interrupts as Chuck is getting desperate for something good)
CHUCK:
Jeez Louise. Chuck needs a show. Big money…
RUTHY:
(A beep) Cryptic? It’s Ruthie. You know me. I’ve been trying to reach you on Alastair’s number…
Take it all in: captivating Geauga County, Ohio. The people, the landscape---this is the life.
Except that thing we don’t talk about. It’s all about the bonds we have with the land, our
families, the snuffling nightmare that is rooting through our garbage cans. Geauga County:
where the scenery is as unmatched as the human heart….or the face (can you call it a face?) of
the monstrosity peering through the window…
