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Driving across the Flint Hills area has been a more and more frequent event for me lately.  Highway 77 has become quite the familiar path.  I like the scenic openness that is offered in short-sight.  However, lately I find myself looking deeper across the horizon and can't help but notice the landscape littered with power poles and transmission towers.  Then, I can't drive through a hill, looking at sheer limestone that has been blown away on each side, without imagining how that hill was once complete and flowing unbroken.  Upon further consideration, I came to the stark and devastating realization that I am in an industry that put those things there...   ...damn