When I was growing up, there was a farm way out in the country that had been nicknamed “Acid Park”. It was full of handmade metal windmills, aka “whirligigs”, that were varying heights and had reflectors all over them. They were situated perfectly in a sharp curve, so when you drove by at night, your headlights would hit them and cause a pretty trippy light show, hence the nickname “Acid Park” (it was especially cool on windy nights!). The landowner,…