Leaning on the metal railing of a platform high above the ground, I lift my hard hat to slick my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead. I yearn for a breeze. The summer sun is pounding me into the grating. In the distance, construction workers scramble around an ethylene unit being built next to our syngas…

I am a book addict. I try to control it, but I just can’t sometimes, especially around classics, old books, books by certain authors, books about philosophy, books of quotes, books with beautiful covers, books with catchy titles, or books about Texas. Oh, also history books – fiction or nonfiction. And biographies. I guess I…