I think stories like this are going to become increasingly common.
He knows the futuristic towers are pumping clean electricity into the grid, knows they have been largely embraced by his community.
But Yancey hates them.
He hates the sight and he hates the sound. He says they disrupt his sleep, invade his house, his consciousness. He can’t stand the gigantic flickering shadows the blades cast at certain points in the day.
But what this brawny 48-year-old farmer’s son hates most about the windmills is that his father, who owns much of the property, signed a deal with the wind company to allow seven turbines on Yancey land.
“I was sold out by my own father,” he sputters.
Since we’re thinking about moving to a rural area, we’ll have to keep projects like this in mind. I’d rather live near a nuclear power plant than acres of these things.