Mowing

"You sure do like mowing," Earl said (and it was rhetorical, so Webber just nodded). "You do it for exercise or are you just mowing the neighborhood to be a Good Samaritan?" Webber used the toothpick a bit longer, thinking; "Bit of both," he said finally. "Mostly it's stress management and I get real clear in the head when I'm outside." "Fresh air'll do that," Earl added, feeling the truth resonate. "Yes, and ...," Webber continued, "I'm carving clarity across those lawns. Can't see it from the street, but I'm sticking up for and giving notice of just about everybody." Earl's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. "Carved "gentleman" into Clark's side yard the other day. Did "deserves better" along the front for Gabrielle. That kind of thing." Earl approved, folding his arms across his chest and nodding. "What about Llewellyn? That dude's something else," Earl almost whispered. "Gave that a little "halfwit punk"," Webber responded (in hushed tone), "in cursive writing." "Breakfast is on me," Earl said, and the topic was finished.