The scene is a brooding blue hot summer night, with a trash heap of metal scrap at one side of the stage and a devastated rail-head on the other. In the distance, there's a hazy high-tension tower. Baying hounds are heard in the distance. Two frantic men in overalls scramble under the naked rail-ends and rusty freight cars looming above, hiding from the search party that scours the upstage area.
This could be California's Salinas Valley, the actual locale of John Steinbeck's Of Mic