It was time to go see SRV. We took the same way back, under Cesar Chavez, and braced ourselves for the heat. Their faces were getting red and I was short of breath, not from walking, but from the rising air. Vanessa and I were wearing all black.
“Should I tell them the story?” I thought. It was weird.
Dodging the sun and oven-blasts of air, I implored my family, once the sun had set, to let me out. So we all hopped into our little compact car to see a place called “Sparky Park,” lol. No, it’s not a playground sponsored by ERCOT to encourage us to set our thermostats high to make sure the grid holds, no. My wife saw it on Atlas Obscura and it looked wacky enough for a closer look.
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