He mows his own lawn. I have always felt vaguely uneasy about turning

over this most basic of homeowner duties to a hired hand. As a

teenager, the weekly cutting of the grass was a chore, a duty, and an

opportunity to make five bucks (as well as sing as loud as I wanted

without the fear of being heard.) I remember the time spent behind a

mower as perfectly suited to thinking. Of course, then I was thinking

about Lynn in American Government class, and why she didn’t want to go

out with me. You know, the same thing I’d be thinking about now.