“I’m That Guy!”

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As kids, summer evenings would often find my sister and me in the back seat of our box -like 50 something Chevy station wagon, windows cranked down for fresh air, enjoying a ride away from the city to surrounding towns. Our dad would steer us through upscale suburbs to see bigger homes, bigger cars and bigger garages. And, of course, bigger and more beautiful lawns than I’d ever seen.

While my sister and I sat as far apart as possible to avoid catching whatever big sisters and little brothers give each other when they accidentally touch, our mother swiveled her head left and right, giving us her simple  commentary.  With ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’, she described the elegance of these sprawling homes and equally stunning landscaping. This must be paradise, I thought.

Our dad, however, took a different approach.  An avid sportsman who generally spent his leisure time in pursuit of, or preparation for, time on the water, fishing, lawn maintenance was a low priority.  He had little regard for the home owner who spent hours mowing, and he expressed himself succinctly…

“Look at him, you wanna be that guy?”

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It was a sultry summer evening, the kind that makes ‘life’ come to a crawl at the end of an eight-hour shift, nothing or nobody wants to move. From my bench by the back door, I scanned the east and north section of our lawn as it ran away from me toward the street, like a wave rushing back to its ocean after washing the shore.

I had just finished another session of mowing and was tired, but satisfied. These two sections presented a near picture perfect postcard of how a lawn should look after a meticulous manicure.

Passersby surely were impressed as they intersected the cross streets.  The four-way stop gave drivers a moment to pause and enjoy the beauty of it all. I’m certain they gave me a nod of appreciation. It was hard to tell, as the perspiration dropped off my brow and blurred my vision.

I was exhausted and hot. The cold soda can tickled my nerves as I swiped it across my forehead. Mosquitoes were enjoying my flesh but my arms were too tired to swat them. It’s the price I pay for a beautifully landscaped piece of earth, my lawn.

While admiring my work, I recalled an earlier time when my dad would take us for rides in the suburbs and the rhetorical question he would ask.. It seemed like just yesterday. And with a smile, I answered his question…

“I’m that guy!”

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Steve Bottcher
srbottch.com

To gardeners everywhere who take pride in their lawn and have wonderful family memories, as well.

To Brighton Mowers who keep ny blade sharp and encourage me to keep mowing…and writing!

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Retired in 2013 after 5 years as an elementary school teacher and 40 years as a sales representative to begin anew as a school crossing guard. SMy essays/stories are a way to communicate through the telling of personal experiences. One reader said about my blog stories, "...these are like a cold sip during a marathon run, simple, real life events". Another offered about my blog, “it brings some sense of normalcy not easily found in the modern world.”

18 thoughts on ““I’m That Guy!””

  7. Oh, you’ve brought back memories. My father’s lawn was his pride and joy–and no one could touch it but him. It just pained him in his 80s when he had to have someone else mow it. Being “that guy” is not so bad!

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    1. Always glad to stoke your memory. Our backyard & driveway was all blacktop. We had a postage stamp lawn. Grass was not a priority. But fishing? Wow, equipment was clean, sharp and ready to go. He lived being on or around the water, not behind a mower. To each his own, right? So happy that you liked the story. 😄

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  9. Steve,
    As your next door neighbor I don’t have to look far to see the evidence of your hard work and beautiful yard. I am glad “you’re that guy”.

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    1. Thanks, Shaun. It’s satisfying to see the results of the hard work and I can always go fishing in my neighbor’s koi ‘pond’ when it’s time to relax 😂

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  10. Hi Steve, I’m one of those guys one of those Brighton guys. I thoroughly enjoy your stories., You have a great way of expressing yourself and finding yourself in others and others fighting them selves and you. We’re also different yet we’re all so much alike. We all have stories, some of us keep them in, and some of them share them with others, so glad for people like you that share them, and bring out the best in all of us.
    Well Done, your neighbor, on rock Hill! Steve

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    1. Steve, thank you for your gracious comment. I’m so glad that you identify with some of my ‘musings’. I agree, there’s lots of commonality in all of us. I’m sure you’ll find more in other stories. Let me know so I can enjoy your discoveries.

      Steve

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