In the Journal-Star today some woman wrote to the editor castigating random Lincolnites for not flying American flags on Sept. 11th. For some reason it made me think of the man I was doing a moving job with back when I was twenty one, he was somewhere in his late forties. While we were riding in his truck from old house to new house he spent the entire trip extolling what he obviously considered to be very important paternal knowledge. He gave pointers on moving this or that piece of furniture. Mostly he spoke of lawns. He spoke of how often to mow, how long to wait for rain before watering, fertilizer, what kind to buy, how much to apply, how often.
He pointed at yellow grass in some neighbors lawn and said "You see that? Put some fertilizer in your grass God Damnit! You fucking scurgy cocksucker!"
And that's all there is to the story really.
"You'll have a house of your own someday right? You see why grass needs fertilizer? You saw that shit right?"