relive his football glory days, because she was, literally, back in a minute.
âOh yeah, you wore the funny glasses,â Billy said.
Those and the braces on my teeth reminded me why my yearbook is buried in a box in the back of some closet or another.
âSo youâre on TV?â Billy asked. âCan you put me on TV?â
I hate it when people ask me that. So does Malik. But he grabbed the camera so he could at least get a shot of Billy in case he ended up being important.
âI canât make any promises, Billy. Iâm doing a story on the turbine bombings and talking to people in the area. If youâre the one who did the blasting, I can for sure put you on TV.â
I smiled like Iâd be doing him a favor; he wasnât dumb enough to fall for that one.
âLeast I donât have to worry about explosions in
my
farm fields,â he laughed.
âSo youâre okay without the wind farm?â I asked.
âNo, Iâm good and mad. Just doesnât seem fair everybody else is getting a wind check but me.â
âI know what you mean; my folks lost out, too.â I played my you-and-me-against-the-world act.
âThen you can understand how Iâm not feeling too sorry if that wind farm gets blown to pieces.â
I nodded like Billy and I were both on the same page, then said my good-byes to him and his missus. I didnât leave a businesscard because I really didnât want either of them calling me. And he seemed so eager to appear on the news, I could see that being a continuing problem.
Just then a young girl came out of the henhouse, carrying a basket of eggs and handing it to her mother. I wondered if they were for eats or ammunition.
Her fatherâs final instructions to me: âIf you put me on TV, be sure and call me Bill, not Billy.â I guaranteed it with a thumbs-up, and Malik and I climbed into the van.
âWhere to now?â he asked.
Neither stop had netted a reportable development. âIâm not sure, Malik. While weâre here, letâs shoot a generic standup to plug in a future story.â
He parked at a spot where three turbines were lined up artistically over my shoulder.
((RILEY, STANDUP))
WIND IS BECOMING
THE STATEâS FASTEST-
GROWING CASH CROP AND
CHANGING THE LANDSCAPE
OF RURAL MINNESOTA.
I figured that line should fit in almost any wind farm news story, whether it centered on the ecology or the economy. As we did a couple of takes, a pickup truck with two men stopped to watch. One of them owned the land where we were standing, the other worked at the gas station in town.
âAnything new happening with the bomber?â the farmer said.
âYou tell me,â I answered. âWhat do you hear?â
I expected more ranting about Islamic extremists but only got shrugs.
âAny strangers in the area?â I asked.
They both shook their heads, but then the farmer paused and said, âJust those environmentalists.â
âWhat do you mean?â I asked.
âWeâve started catching them collecting dead bats around the turbines.â
âDead bats?â I asked. âSure you donât mean birds?â
âCome take a look.â
Malik and I climbed in the back of the truck and sat on a pile of rocks covered with fresh dirt, just picked out of a cultivated field. A routine farm chore. The man drove through harvested soybean rows toward a turbine a mile away, then stopped.
âFollow us,â he said.
The other man kicked at the mangled plants and upturned soil, telling me, âKeep your eyes open.â
I wasnât sure what we were looking for, but Malik followed behind, getting video of the casual search, until the man called out, âHereâs one.â
I looked where he was pointing and saw a furry brown body. I turned it over with my foot. It reminded me of a worn leather glove. Because I grew up on a farm, Iâm less queasy around dead animals
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