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  • The Texas landscape used to offer a windmill sighting every few miles when I was a child so my brother & I would play “windmill” in the car to pass time on family vacations. Whoever “collected” the most windmills from point A to B would win the irresistible bribe my father offered up to keep us occupied. I recall the roads so hot they shimmered like water, the A/C running high and a window cracked open to let in a sweet sense of sky, my dad whistling a Hank Williams song, my mother set off to daydreaming, ham & cheese sandwiches on white wonder bread melting in our full mouths and our trained eagle eyes on the Texas landscape looking for that last winning windmill.
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