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Column: Men and machines
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It’s been a few years since I shared the story of Tink and the riding mower but I’ll remind you what happened so I can segue into another story of a man and a riding mower. We were newly married when Tink came home from an errand and found me cutting grass with a Bush Hog-brand, zero turn mower. I’ve been cutting grass since I was 11 when Daddy proudly brought home a fancy blue Sears Roebuck riding mower that even had headlights and lasted 20 years.