For all you lawn rangers out there

There is a man across the street from my mother's house in Massachusetts who is obsessed with his lawn. During summer vacations, while sleeping in the "living room" downstairs, I would wake to the sound of Randy on his ride-on mower, diligently crossing his large green lawn. When the neighborhood was observing a water shortage (and asked not to water our lawns), he was a nighttime stealth-waterer. We called him The Lawn Ranger.

Randy, this article is for you.