My Buddy

A few feet from the Mount Juliet "welcome" sign, late afternoon on a Friday, a man driving a tractor with what I call a "magic wand" pulled alongside and asked if it'd be alright if he cut the grass ahead of me.
Enthusiastically I replied "Well Sure!"
All the way through the city limits, on both sides, I had a clear swath, didn't have to high step the weeds and grass that has gone to seed, and managed not to gather "a tick one".
I am sure the man from the city had other things he could have done the last hours of his workweek back at "the shop".
My Buddy, ever in my eyes...