In Step with America's Little People
"Whatcha writing, Gramma?"
"I'm working on my memoir, Honey."
"Am I in it?"
"Do you want to be?"
"Sure. But could you make me like the most popular prettiest girl in high school, and the only reason I wasn't elected prom queen was because of all the mean things that were said about me by vicious small-minded sluts and guys that aren't fit to carry my books."
"Actually, Sweetheart, memoirs are supposed to be factual."
"Oh."
"I thought they were for political pay backs."
It was my good fortune recently to stumble upon a small overlooked community in the heart of my own neighborhood. The inhabitants invited me into their homes and shared their histories with me. My heart was touched. Hitherto these people have had no voice. Unaccountably ignored by telemarketers and pollsters alike, it is nevertheless apparent that we have much to learn from them. They are truly America's little people, their joys and plights mirroring the country at large.
I am not an anthropologist. Nor am I experienced in making documentaries. Yet I could not help but see how much we have to learn from these amazing individuals, and so set myself about the business of bringing their stories to the world.
America, welcome to Plasticopia!
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Produced in beautiful Anchorage, Alaska.
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