Ya see, life wasn't all summer fields and turtlin' at the sewy hole.

No sir. I was being prepared to be a blue collar, working class, tow the line salt of the earth laborer.

There's a legacy passed up from the trunk of the family tree all the way to the top branch. For men only.

First you're born, then you become the yard man, then you work like a dog till you die hacking up phlegm.

Watching his progeny mowing a perfect diagonal pattern into the lawn, the old man must have thought to himself - "One day my boy will support his family. One day he'll look after me in my old age."