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Superpower: One Man's Quest to Transform American Energy
Superpower: One Man's Quest to Transform American Energy
Superpower: One Man's Quest to Transform American Energy
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Superpower: One Man's Quest to Transform American Energy

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Meet Michael Skelly, the man boldly harnessing wind energy that could power America’s future and break its fossil fuel dependence in this “essential, compelling look into the future of the nation’s power grid” (Bryan Burrough, author of The Big Rich).

The United States is in the midst of an energy transition. We have fallen out of love with dirty fossil fuels and want to embrace renewable energy sources like wind and solar. A transition from a North American power grid that is powered mostly by fossil fuels to one that is predominantly clean is feasible, but it would require a massive building spree—wind turbines, solar panels, wires, and billions of dollars would be needed.

Enter Michael Skelly, an infrastructure builder who began working on wind energy in 2000 when many considered the industry a joke. Eight years later, Skelly helped build the second largest wind power company in the United States—and sold it for $2 billion. Wind energy was no longer funny—it was well on its way to powering more than 6% of electricity in the United States.

Award-winning journalist, Russel Gold tells Skelly’s story, which in many ways is the story of our nation’s evolving relationship with renewable energy. Gold illustrates how Skelly’s company, Clean Line Energy, conceived the idea for a new power grid that would allow sunlight where abundant to light up homes in the cloudy states thousands of miles away, and take wind from the Great Plains to keep air conditioners running in Atlanta. Thrilling, provocative, and important, Superpower is a fascinating look at America’s future.
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Release dateJun 25, 2019
ISBN9781501163609
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Russell Gold

Russell Gold is an award-winning investigative journalist at The Wall Street Journal. Gold’s reporting has taken him to five continents and above the Arctic Circle two times. In 2010, he was part of the award-winning Wall Street Journal team that covered the Deepwater Horizon explosion and oil spill. His first book, The Boom, was longlisted for the FT Goldman Sachs Business Book of the year prize in 2014. He lives in Austin, Texas with his wife and two children.  

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    Contents

    Epigraph

    1 – No Man’s Land

    2 – E Pluribus Unum

    3 – Braulio Carrillo

    4 – Johnny Rotten

    5 – East 11th Street

    6 – The Battle of Blue Canyon

    7 – A Cure for Insomnia

    8 – Tell Me If I Sound Like a Liberal

    9 – Clean Line Energy Partners

    10 – Euphoria

    11 – Chickens and Eggs

    12 – Julie, Virgil, and Janey

    13 – The Week from Hell

    14 – This Is Not Your Ordinary Transmission Line

    15 – An Extremely Compelling Price

    16 – Wind Catcher

    17 – The Network

    Thanks and Acknowledgments

    Sources

    Index

    For L.G. and R.G., who have renewed me

    While everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

    —CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER, Hartford Courant, 1897

    1

    No Man’s Land

    When Michael Skelly first visited the Oklahoma panhandle in the summer of 2009, he had a good idea of what he would find. He expected lots of sunbaked and windswept open space, and he wasn’t disappointed.

    It was a hot day as he drove west from Guymon, the largest town in the panhandle, into a landscape that was pancake flat and dry. There were only a handful of trees. For mile after mile, the two-lane Highway 3 ran straight as a matchstick. Every mile, a dirt road intersected the highway and headed off toward the horizon at a 90-degree angle. The land was a giant grid containing squares of corn, milo, and grassland. There were few houses, one every mile or so. Half had been abandoned decades ago by homesteaders who gave up their fight with the elements.

    Skelly didn’t want to fight the elements. He wanted to harness them.

    Gazing at the landscape, Skelly grew excited. He knew no place is perfect for energy development. But the panhandle was quite good. There was lots of room to build, thousands of square miles. Local landowners were supportive. No endangered animals lived there. You could build renewable energy here, he thought, on a scale that could change the country and maybe even the planet.

    The wind rarely stopped blowing. A bestselling midcentury travelogue joked that homes here had a crowbar hole . . . designed to check on the weather. You shove a crowbar through the hole: if it bends, the wind velocity outside is normal; if the bar breaks off, ‘it is better to stay in the house.’ A few years earlier, Skelly’s former employer, a wind farm developer, had erected a couple of needle-thin meteorological towers with instruments to measure wind speed. They were the tallest structures for miles around. The results were striking. The winds were strong and surprisingly steady. The data collected was good enough to go to a bank and get financing for a wind farm, but Skelly had never done anything about it. The region was too remote. Sure you could generate a lot of power, but then what? Where would it go?

    The sun was also relentless. On the giant interconnected power grid that runs from Nova Scotia, along Canada’s Atlantic coast, down to Miami and across to Montana, the sunlight is strongest in the Oklahoma panhandle and an adjacent area in New Mexico. If you put identical solar panels in the westernmost counties of Oklahoma and in Miami, you would generate one-third more electricity in the panhandle—and nearly twice as much as in Cleveland, Pittsburgh, or Albany. In the 1970s, the Guymon Daily Herald ran a box on the top left of the paper every day that proclaimed the city was the Sunshine Capital of the World.

    At the time, Skelly was in his late forties. He was the human equivalent of a meteorological tower: slightly more than six feet tall and fit from years of biking to and from his office in Houston. Skelly had bushy hair and wore browline glasses. He was a departure from an earlier generation of wind farm builders and solar panel enthusiasts who were more interested in creating sustainable energy than sustainable businesses. Skelly wanted to make a profit, because profits would attract new investors and money into renewable energy.

    Traveling around the panhandle, Skelly allowed himself to think big. He envisioned an energy development unlike anything ever built before. It would be enormous, and would generate power at a cost lower than anything that had come before it. And because the sun and the wind were so steady, the power would be available, on average, nearly twenty hours a day.

    The panhandle had a lot to recommend it as a place to build renewables. But there was a big drawback. No one nearby needed the power. Skelly planned to solve this problem by building a long extension cord: one end would be plugged into the panhandle; the other end would reach east until it crossed the Mississippi River. It would be the first of a set of transmission lines he wanted to build that would carry current hundreds of miles from one state to the next, stitching together the country and delivering low-cost, carbon-free electricity. He would upgrade the existing power grid, a century-old engineering marvel that tied together power plants burning a lot of fossil fuels. It’s an environmentally reckless business model in need of reimagining, he thought. Skelly dreamed of a new grid that could power modern society without contributing to the darkening cloak of carbon dioxide around the Earth.

    Of course, such a grid would cost billions and billions of dollars. Skelly wanted to show it could be done, and done profitably. It was ambitious but necessary, he figured. If we don’t do it, he thought to himself, who is going to do it?


    A year before Skelly’s visit, Carroll Beaman had also concluded the Oklahoma panhandle was a good place to erect wind turbines.

    He was born on an infamous day in the region’s history. I came in with a storm, he said. Beginning in early 1932, enormous dust storms blew across the Oklahoma panhandle and neighboring states. The wind scooped up millions of tons of topsoil that homesteaders had plowed up in their misguided effort to turn well-adapted grassland into fields of wheat. After a few years of this new agricultural practice, there were no more roots to hold the soil in place. A strong wind would create giant moving clouds called dusters. The region became known as the Dust Bowl. It was one of the worst man-made environmental disasters ever, and it led to mass migration.

    The first giant dust storm was on January 21, 1932. Beaman was born that day. His parents were homesteaders, he said, and just as poor as anybody else. His mother was born in a dugout her parents had carved into the dirt. His grandfather raised crops and owned a water-drilling rig. The contraption would bore fifty feet, sometimes deeper, into the red dirt until it found water. On top of the borehole, the farmer would install a windmill, an Aermotor or a Dempster, to pump up water for cattle or crops.

    Dusters are now part of history. New farming practices and countywide soil conservation districts ended the era of stripping away prairie grasses. Human activity had destroyed the ecosystem, but in time humans restored a semblance of balance. The weather had once brought misery to the panhandle. Now Beaman wanted the wind to bring investment and steady checks.

    He split his time between a home in Amarillo, Texas, a two-hour drive to the south, and a second house in Guymon. He came to the panhandle in Oklahoma as much as possible to tend his garden of cucumbers, asparagus, and tomatoes next to his family’s homestead nearby. One day in 2008, driving north from Amarillo, he noticed large cranes assembling gently tapered steel tubes. On the return trip, three long aerodynamic blades had been attached to a large box on the top of each tube. It was the first time he had seen a modern wind turbine. He thought the machines looked solid and impressive. Here on the southern edge of the Great Plains, grain elevators seemed as tall as skyscrapers. But these wind turbines were twenty and thirty stories tall; they dwarfed the grain elevators. They were nothing like those twenty-foot windmills dotting the region that were rusting in place. The new ones were elegant machines—two rows of eight turbines each eventually straddling the rural road. His grandfather’s windmills once pumped water up from the aquifer; these new turbines were for electricity—wind turned the blades, spinning magnets that generated currents to be fed into the grid.

    We have some of the best winds in the world, he thought on a drive home to Amarillo. There is no reason this area wouldn’t be a prime candidate for development.

    While in his car, Beaman also ran some numbers in his head. I saw these groups of eight turbines. They are on a quarter section, half section, he said. Sections are 640 acres of land, one mile wide and one mile long. I saw those and thought, hell, if eight turbines are economic, then what I can do is put eight turbines on every half section I got, tie it into an electric line, and that is all there is to it.

    Years later, he chuckled. I found out there was a little more to it.


    After seeing the new turbines, Beaman drove around the counties in Oklahoma’s panhandle, talking to his neighbors about building a wind farm. He knew most of the people who lived in the panhandle and had known them for decades. He urged them to sign energy leases. They would pool their land and use their size to get the best bargain.

    The western three counties that form the state’s thin western appendage are called No Man’s Land. Between 1850 and 1890, no state claimed the region. It was an empty spot on the map and remains sparsely populated. In the 1990s, a giant pork conglomerate moved in and built a slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Guymon. About twenty thousand pigs arrive in trucks every day from barns scattered across the panhandle and neighboring states. By one estimate, there are sixty-two hogs for every person in the counties that make up the panhandle.

    After attending college in Colorado, Beaman ended up working for Exxon overseas in the 1950s and 1960s. He returned to Amarillo to run a small oil and gas company, socializing with the city’s business and civic leaders including fellow oilman T. Boone Pickens. One of the elementary rules of oil exploration is that when you make a discovery, lease up as much surrounding land as possible. Beaman took the same approach to wind.

    Driving around the flatlands, he discovered that he didn’t have to make a hard pitch to get his neighbors to sign up. One rancher signed the lease, never read it, he said. He trusts me. People understood that the wind turbines wouldn’t interfere with farming. The turbine’s concrete bases could be put in the corner of each grid square, just like the hog barns. Beaman promised his neighbors payments down the road when deals were made.

    Out in No Man’s Land, where the thin Oklahoma panhandle nestles up against Kansas, Colorado, Texas, and New Mexico, Beaman began to assemble commitments from his neighbors. Beaman, who often wore a cream-colored cowboy hat and oversized belt buckle won in a cutting horse riding competition, called the company CimTexCo, for Cimarron and Texas Counties. Beaman soon learned that there was a reason those first wind turbines he had seen on his drive from Amarillo were located where they were. They were close to power lines. To make CimTexCo viable, he needed a power line. He put in a proposal with the local grid operator to extend a transmission line west into the panhandle. The Southwest Power Pool assigned it to its priority project list. It was number 13, so far down the list he doubted he would be alive to see it completed.

    His frustration was building when a mutual acquaintance introduced him to Michael Skelly, and he learned about the interstate extension cord idea. They were working on complementary plans.

    Beaman realized his best chance to bring investment to the panhandle was if Skelly’s transmission line could be built. Beaman increased his outreach and soon had 100,000 acres committed to CimTexCo. This would eventually grow to more than 300,000 acres—about 500 square miles. It was enough land for strings of turbines to extend for sixty miles, east to west. It was enough to build the largest renewable energy project on the continent.

    One day he was at his lawyers’ offices, working on the paperwork for CimTexCo wind leases. He marveled at the size of the project, and so did an out-of-town lawyer. None of us have ever dealt with anything of this big a scale or magnitude. It is uncharted territory for us all, Beaman said.

    But without Skelly’s extension cord, none of it made a lick of financial or engineering sense. Beaman needed the line. I am banking on it, he said.


    If Skelly could build a transmission line from Oklahoma to Memphis, Tennessee, the panhandle would sprout two thousand wind turbines and tens of thousands of solar panels. The electricity generated would flow into a substation near Guymon and then on to a high-voltage direct current express line headed east. It would drop off some power in Arkansas, and take the rest over the Mississippi River into Memphis. From there, the flow of electrons that make up an electrical current would be on a grid operated by the Tennessee Valley Authority. In the 1970s, the federal agency planned to build more than a dozen nuclear power plants in the valley. The TVA built the wires but then scrapped plans for the nukes. If Skelly could get the power across the Mississippi into Memphis, he could move the power north, east, and south on this oversized network. Atlanta, Charlotte, even Washington, D.C., and from there Philadelphia and New York would be within reach.

    It was such a bold idea that some people in the Oklahoma panhandle had trouble believing it. Jay Lobit’s initial reaction was that it sounded preposterous. He had returned to the area in 2005 to build wind farms because of his recollection of working as a paperboy for the afternoon newspaper and getting dragged across Main Street in Guymon when a gust of wind turned his canvas delivery bag into a sail. A private line all the way to Memphis? Yeah, right, he thought. But he was curious. All right, Lobit told a friend who wanted to introduce him to Skelly. I’ll go meet this nut. He wanted to see what kind of masochist would attempt such a project.

    They met at a conference in Oklahoma City in 2009 and chatted for an hour. Skelly was about twenty years younger and a head taller than Lobit. Skelly spoke passionately about his idea. Lobit felt himself getting drawn in. Lobit still believed an Oklahoma-to-Tennessee power line was insane, but if anyone could pull it off, Lobit was prepared to bet on this goofy but earnest guy. Skelly had a grand vision, Lobit said, that would boost renewable energy and the fortunes of renewable energy developers like him. He talked about his plan and what it was going to be. I was happy to have any kind of a plan, Lobit remembered.

    Skelly wanted to permit and build a 720-mile electricity expressway through the middle of the country, bypassing a snarl of local and often congested power lines. His proposed power line had the capacity to carry 4,000 megawatts of wind and solar power. This was enough to carry electricity from Beaman’s CimTexCo, the wind company Lobit had cofounded, and others. Adding them all up, the panhandle wind and solar farms would be one of the largest power-generating projects in the United States. It would trail only the gigantic Grand Coulee Dam, which sends the gravity-propelled Columbia River through twenty-five generators and produces up to 6,809 megawatts, and the Palo Verde nuclear power plant west of Phoenix, which has a peak output of 4,219 megawatts. Here’s another way of understanding the scale of Skelly’s vision: One of the United States’ leading rooftop solar panel companies, SolarCity, was founded in 2006 and became part of Tesla and Elon Musk’s empire a decade later. As of early 2018, it had installed 3,310 megawatts. Skelly’s Oklahoma panhandle renewable energy complex would be bigger and produce power at a much lower cost.

    Capacity can be misleading. A typical car speedometer might say it is capable of going 140 miles per hour, but most cars never go near that maximum speed. A car’s top speed is a bit like installed capacity for a wind or solar farm. A better way to think about power plants is in how many megawatt hours are produced, comparable to a car’s average speed. By that measure, the three largest power plants in the United States are all nuclear facilities: Palo Verde in Arizona, Browns Ferry on the Tennessee River in northern Alabama, and Oconee in the northwest corner of South Carolina.

    Right behind them would be the proposed cluster of wind and solar farms in the Oklahoma panhandle, churning out electricity that travels on the new grid to faraway cities.

    Skelly’s plan was ambitious. But the reward at the end of the line was significant: it was a huge step forward in a transition to a cleaner energy future. It would also be a big payday. Changing the electricity system would be enormously expensive. But if Skelly could set the precedent with a moneymaking Oklahoma-to-Tennessee line, it would be worth the headache.


    Skelly left No Man’s Land in the summer of 2009 with a single-minded focus. The counties were big and windy and sunny, and there were developers champing at the bit. A self-described infrastructure nerd, Skelly wanted to build a massive energy project that was both inspirational and profitable. This was how the energy transition would happen, he figured. One step at a time and one transmission line at a time.

    Over the next few years, Skelly didn’t get involved in Twitter feuds or policy battles. He wasn’t interested in wasting energy fighting over energy. Why bother, he would ask with a shrug. He much preferred to use his time developing energy projects.

    For Skelly, the energy transition wasn’t an idea to be debated. It was something that needed to be financed, planned, and built. The longer it took to rewire the country, the more heat-trapping gases would be released into the atmosphere. That meant more climatic changes that could make the Oklahoma Dust Bowl pale in comparison. The world was getting more dangerous. Storms were stronger and droughts more persistent. All this was happening and the global mean temperature had only risen by less than one degree Celsius. What would happen if temperatures rose by two degrees? Or three?

    Skelly had spent a lot of time in the year before his visit to Oklahoma reading up on climate change and thinking about it. He found it depressing and distracting. He much preferred doing something about it. The transmission line would be extraordinarily difficult, but he thought it was a good way to spend a few years. It was challenging, but worthwhile.

    This is the business of overcoming obstacles, Skelly said. It is not like you just wake up in the morning and all of a sudden, you know, the heavens part and you get to go build the project. Skelly set out to clear a path through the obstacles.

    2

    E Pluribus Unum

    Michael Skelly, the son of an electric engineer, has spent years building wind farms and plotting power lines. Yet he once admitted: I don’t really understand all the electrical stuff.

    Neither do most people. It’s a blessing of the modern age that we don’t need to. When we flip a switch, the light goes on. It stays on as long as we want it, steady and constant without flickering or surging.

    Skelly is intelligent and ambitious, idealistic and profane. He is a city dweller, but his near-daily forays into the Houston’s parks and bayous on bicycle allow him to see the city with a naturalist’s curiosity. Underneath a veneer of wit and self-deprecating humor, he takes himself seriously. When he says he doesn’t understand the electrical stuff, it is wise not to believe him. Perhaps he doesn’t know the details of the power grid with the precision of an electric engineer. But he has a good sense of the political, social, environmental, and economic forces at work.

    He lives in a part of Houston called the East End. It is mostly smaller, older homes that date from when the neighborhood sprang up around a Ford Motor Company factory. Skelly’s home, which he shares with his wife, Anne Whitlock, is the former Houston Firehouse No. 2. There are two brass poles connecting the second floor to the first. See-through covers over the holes prevent tipsy visitors from sliding down and twisting an ankle. Exceptions are made. At a political fundraiser, Beto O’Rourke entered by sliding down a pole into a crowd of donors.

    When the firehouse was built, in 1910, a single power plant served all of Houston. A two-story long brick building, the Gable Street plant was located along the Buffalo Bayou on the outskirts of downtown. In 1898, the facility was the site of a major accident. Fatal Boiler Explosion, screamed a headline in the Houston Daily Post. Two men died and three were badly injured. With the plant out of commission, the paper noted, the city was plunged into total darkness. After the accident, a new power company emerged and a new power plant rose from the debris. As the city grew, Houston Lighting & Power Co. added steam engines and turbines to the plant. In 1910, it could generate 7.2 megawatts. A home or business paid about 10 cents for every kilowatt hour. If they used a lot, the bulk rate went down to 7 cents.

    As the crow flies, power from the Gable Street plant traveled a little more than a mile to the firehouse. Today, power flows across the state in a giant power network, a sinewy web of electricity. It is easier to find out where the apples in the grocery store were grown than where the power in the wall socket originated. Even the people who administer the state’s power grid have trouble answering a question of provenance.

    Electricity is electricity, whether it comes from the large nuclear plant an hour’s drive down the coast from Houston, the wind turbines along ridges in West Texas, gas plants to the east of the city, or the giant coal plant about an hour’s drive northwest of Houston that releases a thick dull gray smoke that is visible for miles against the blue sky. Electricity flows from many places, moving along copper or aluminum wires to power modern life: night-lights in children’s rooms, massive steelmaking electric arc furnaces, and data centers that provide instant access to YouTube videos and Netflix movies.


    Skelly’s home in Houston sits near the southeastern edge of a large power grid that covers most of the state and goes by an unwieldy name: the Electric Reliability Council of Texas. Everyone calls it ERCOT. Despite its size—six hundred miles east to west and even larger north to south—it is considered a minor grid, especially compared to its two giant neighbors, the Eastern Interconnection and the Western Interconnection.

    The Western Interconnection covers El Paso to Vancouver, sweeping up everything west of the Rockies. The Eastern Interconnection is even larger, connecting Toronto and Miami in its wiry web. These grids serve a basic, important function. They provide a reliable, consistent source of power, so when you flip on the light, there is current available at a consistent voltage level. The grid managers are like Goldilocks looking for the porridge that is neither too hot nor too cold. Both of the two big grids are so large they contain about three dozen balancing authorities responsible for keeping the grid in constant equilibrium.

    From a control room located thirty miles northeast of Austin in an unmarked bunkerlike building behind a high black metal fence, ERCOT balances its entire grid. Across from its front gate is a small airport. You could park your car on the shoulder and walk onto the runway. Getting into the bunker requires negotiating three distinct layers of security. To enter the innermost sanctum, the darkened control room, employees have to place their thumbs on a fingerprint scanner.

    On the day I visited the bunker, there were eight men wearing jeans and untucked shirts, sitting at workstations. On the wall, a thirty-foot-wide screen showed the Texas power grid, color-coded to indicate whether any transmission lines were down and a hundred other details, including the weather and local road congestion. There could be a tornado outside and the bunker would be quiet and unaffected.

    There are a thousand tasks these men must attend to during an eight-hour shift, but only one job: to keep the grid running, around the clock, regardless of whether the temperature is in the triple digits or there’s an ice storm. Dan Woodfin, the director of system operations, said he hired a lot of former military and linemen who worked on the wires. They were calm under pressure and accustomed to following rules precisely.

    We have to exactly balance generation and load all the time, said Woodfin. He dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, with combed-back hair and no-nonsense glasses. He wore a single ring on each hand: one from marriage, the other from college. Generation means the power supply. Load is the term used in the electricity business to indicate power consumption. When you turn on a lamp, you are increasing the load. When a coal plant fires up, or a solar panel catches the sun, that’s an increase in generation.

    All of the power grids in North America aim to have the electricity in their system oscillating at exactly 60 hertz. That means that sixty times a second an electromagnetic wave carried by wires hits a peak. But these waves are fickle. If there is more generation than load, the frequency speeds up. A large display in the ERCOT control room shows the frequency at all times. If the load increases quicker than generation, the electromagnetic wave elongates and the frequency slows down. The frequency is a bit like a car tire out of balance. If you drive at a certain speed, everything will feel fine. But go too fast or too slow, and the tire wobbles.

    Struggling to understand, I suggested an analogy to Woodfin. The grid is like a water reservoir that you want to keep at an exact level. There are numerous places where water can be added, and an even larger number of spillways and buckets taking water out. The balancing authority monitors the water level, taking steps to keep the inflows and outflows constant.

    Water moving in and out of a lake is a slow motion thing relative to this, which is instantaneous, Woodfin said. In other words, imagine a reservoir that could drop—or rise—by several feet in an instant. And imagine if that sudden movement interfered with the operation of ventilators for patients. My analogy lacked urgency. I hadn’t grasped the life-and-death aspect of his work.

    There’s a large map of Texas on the wall of Woodfin’s office. Something about it didn’t make any sense and appeared deeply confused. The cities were in all the right places, but the road system was off. There were thick red lines headed into Houston that might have been interstates but at odd angles. There was a large loop road that circled the city, and dozens of smaller feeder roads coming into and out of the thick red lines. It was a map of the Texas power grid. I was seeing the state in an entirely different way. It’s like the beginnings of a riddle: What is everywhere, but never seen?


    The map reminded me of a conversation I had a few months earlier. I was visiting an environmentalist named Bob Allen who lives in the middle of Arkansas in a home he built himself. It is a beautiful and rural region, just south of the Ozark National Forest. He often sees bobcats and otters from his wooden deck. It is a very rugged, isolated area, he said. We are a long way from anywhere. His house was between the Oklahoma panhandle and Memphis, and Skelly’s transmission line would likely run within a couple miles of his home. Allen was in favor of the line because he wanted more renewable energy.

    Power lines, he said, are unsightly, there is no doubt about it. But that is only when you go looking for them. Mostly, he said, they are unseen. One day, on the twenty-mile drive from his home to the nearby city of Russellville, he ran a test. I counted the number of power lines I drove under. Over one hundred from here to Russellville. They are so common, they are essentially invisible to us these days.

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