Some folks picture farms and think cows, or soybeans, or those rusty windmills that just sit there squeaking against the sky. But if you’d parked yourself in rural South Carolina in recent years, maybe expecting a whiff of manure, you’d…
They sit there. Flat ones, gables, hips, mansards if you’re fancy. Shingles curl. Metal rusts. Tiles slide off like a bad toupee in a storm. And then hail comes along, like sky gravel hurled by angry weather gods. It’s been…
Well, first thing, whoever thought of this must’ve been either a genius or just wildly tired of watching water evaporate for fun. You got canals, right? Long snaky things slicing through fields, dragging water along like they got all the…
Out in places like Phoenix or El Centro — where the sun isn’t just something in the sky, it’s basically a punishment handed down by something angry — roofs don’t age, they evaporate. Asphalt turns soft by lunch and crackles…