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In about 1965 Dad had me plow the field, defining a 3-D volume, shown in yellow and a reactor for the Starship Enterprise. This field had never been plowed before. The sage brush was taller than the tractor. I worked on it for several weeks. I had one more trtrip to the bottom and back up when a storm started to come towards me. I thought I could make it, and as I approached the top of the field every hair on my body stood straight out and there was the flash of lightning strike a few feet from the tractor with an instanteous thunder clap. I thought I was dead. I turned off the tractor and crawled the quarter mile to the meat packing plant to take shelter. Results happiness.
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