The Weight of the Line: A Story of Cold Steel, Broken Turf, and the Borders of Entitlement
CHAPTER 1: THE TURF LINE The cold edge of the galvanized steel shovel didn’t care about neighborhood aesthetics, and neither did the water main rotting six feet under the sod. Mark drove his boot down onto the collar of the blade, his weight shifting forward until the metal bit through the dense Kentucky bluegrass and…