Well this summer I was stuck in Maine with NOTHING to do, bored as hell for 9 weeks. Then my mom saw a poster at the beach for a theatre workshop in a town about half an hour away doing Henrik Isben's "An Enemy of the People." Now we did the play alright, only we totally modernized it to be a resort town in Midcoast Maine in 2005, and we took it from an 8 character play to a cast of... 20...ish? We even named the town, wrote a town song, it was hysterical. But... odd... Oh yeah, and the resort was funded by a Multi-national super corporation named Mawltra. (Unscramble that and you get Wal*Mart)