It started in Mt. Vernon

The smell of fresh cut grass on a summer day....Ahhh. At almost sixty one years old, I still love to mow grass.  It satisfies on several levels... Successful completion of a task. Leaving something better than you found it.   Using gadgets, mowers, trimmers, blowers, etc. Getting a little pocket money for your time and effort.  Solving problems.  Fixing things.   My earliest memories of mowing grass are push mowing the vacant lot by the Minit Saver when I was about ten.  Dad purchased the vacant lot next to his grocery store after the Dug-Out closed.  He had plans to put something there.  That never worked out.  In the meantime, the grass grew. Dad bought a Murray 5 HP push mower with the big back wheels, from Mr. Roper.                            It was my job to mow.  With the deck all the way up, it was a bush hog.  It clipped the tops ...