The Wind Museum foundation, at Winston’s insistence, set up a generous trust fund for Henry Cassidy’s family, while Tech offered full scholarships for both daughters.
“Just something. We’ll come back and pick up your car later. Can you be ready at five?” She’d finally traded in her old Volvo for a new one — she needed reliable transportation since she no longer walked to campus.
“I don’t know yet, but our young realtor thinks it has possibilities. He made an appointment for us to see it, so let’s go take a look, okay?”
An old farmhouse, ten miles from work? She looked around the grounds. The soft gray two-story structure sat on about five acres of neat grass- and flower-covered ground, well away from any main roads, with not one oil pump or wind turbine marring the horizon ... nothing but cotton fields all around the edges of the huge yard. One lone windmill turned slowly in the light breeze behind the tree-shaded house. She climbed out of the truck, skeptical, but intrigued.