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Galatians 6:7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatever a man sows, that shall he also reap. Last Saturday, after my doomed foray into the world of Mechanicalia trying to repair the mothership mower, I chilled with a few beers in addition to a shot of bourbon and cigar out back. I tweeted that I was enjoying a Yuengling Lager, rather than a Mint Julep, here in Pennsyltucky. It was the day of the Kentucky Derby, a race that I truly had no horse in. It was a throw-away comment, innocuous. Nothing bawdy or over the top of the mug bacchanalian. I mean who doesn't drink a beer after destroying the lifeblood of their mower? Like brain surgery in the hands of a butcher am I.   I do try and be careful about Twitter because anyone can see what I put out there. Don't want to besmirch my fine reputation. I found one of the students in my College & Career Class had tweeted before the class had begun that I was "annoying." Social Media has made adolescence a...

Yesterday, I pulled my Lawnboy mower out of hibernation to mow the growing grass of my townhouse estate (about 750 square feet). As was expected, the mower didn't want to wake up from its long winter sleep. It happens ever year. Lawnbear? What was unexpected was that three hours later, after probably 250 pulls of the cord (it was showing signs of fraying) is that the mower would still not start. I had replaced the spark plug, put in fresh gas. Nada, nothing. Maybe leaving it in the shed outside had killed it. Good work-out for the right arm though. I am sure the neighbor who had stolen my recycling bin earlier in the week saw my dogged and even over-the-top persistence in action. I may be many things but I am not a "Pussy" as he called me after I caught him red-handed with my bin. Surprisingly, he had gone on the offensive after I called him out on it. He asserted that I was being unreasonable making a scene about his thieving.I pointed out that stealing a recycli...