One of the most recognized pictures of my granddad is this one where he is standing in front of his pit. He is using a stick to hold the door open as he checks the meat. Stubb’s sauce is sitting on table next to the pit and smoke is going everywhere. When most people see this picture they think about the BBQ he is cooking. Not me. When I see this picture other thoughts come to mind. I think about the yard. To be more exact, I think about the times I had to mow that yard. If you didn’t notice, I said yard not lawn. There wasn’t much grass to cut back there. They might look like little trees, but those where some of the tallest weeds you will ever see. This was back in the early 90’s. My granddad didn’t have one of the fancy self-propelled mowers like the make today. I was out there mowing with a push mower. It usually was an all day event. Lucky for me he didn’t make me use a bag. Otherwise, I might still be out there mowing today. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I enjoyed being able to do things with and for my granddad. Mowing the yard is nothing compared to what he has done and is still doing for me.