i mowed my pappy's yard the last year or so of his life.

his mower was a 25 year old sears craftman, and i swear to god it started on the first crank everytime.

the last time i went to his house to mow his yard, the old craftsman wouldn't crank.
he came out and walked me through how to fix it.

i tore that son of bitch apart just as he instructed, and i was positive it would never start again.

we finally got it cranked two hours later.

that was the last time i mowed his yard. he died ten days later.

today, i tried to mow my yard. the mower wouldn't start after twenty pulls on that goddamned contraption.

i took it apart and i fixed that motherfucker.

somewhere pappy is puffing on a cigar, drinking a cold beer, and laughing his ass off.

i miss ya pappy,

scott