Our home was not an ordinary home. Not a house with wooden doors and a brick chimney. We had no tile roof over our heads. We didn’t even have running water or electricity..
It’s a story that would probably make an interesting film or documentary. It’s hard to see the same movies being made over and over again. All of these stories, pressed from the same mold: One that (hopefully) promises a golden return. But what about the other stories? What about the other myths and legends that have been overlooked? What impact could they have on our culture, our world, today?
My name is Conan Crawford and I’ve had a unique experience that falls outside of most of the American culture. I belonged to a subculture of individuals choosing to blaze their own trail; pioneers of the modern West. I got to live outside of suburbia, out in the wild parts of this country – in a 64 foot snub nosed Gillig School bus.
This blog will chronicle that journey and how it has culminated in my artistic journey as a film maker.