Here's how the story goes: One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer, and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me "You should be hung!" I took a long slow drink from my can of Bud, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Bans and stared directly at this nosey neighbor, and then calmly replied, "I am, and that's why she cuts the grass."