While They’re Cleaning Up Over There, Who’s Cleaning Up Over Here?
Yard work. Never cared for it. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a giant yard in the middle of a forest? Or maybe it’s because the chores never seemed to end? Or maybe it’s because my father embraced a pointless but unwavering commitment to landscaping and curb appeal? Beats me. I can only tell you that my brothers and I were drafted into this eternal conflict at an early age, with what one might call a conspicuous lack of basic training. Armed with a vast array of modern weaponry, we were sent out every weekend to confront a determined foe. Read More