Anyone who has to regularly deal with weeds and grass surely owns one of these whirly devils. Sure beats the scythe I had to use as a kid when I worked for the county road commission clearing grass and weeds away from road signs and guard rails. At the time I was just happy to have such a fine paying job for the summer that would enable me to go to college in the fall. If George Ballas had been a little earlier with his weed whacker I probably would have been out a job. I most likely would have not gone to college and I would have missed all the Coeds and the parties. The education I mostly missed anyways, but the sex and excitement? Thank George, for the weed eater a little later than sooner.
Currently, I have a very large and unruly lot rather than a nice yard surrounding our house. If not for the weed whacker I’d be the scourge of the neighborhood. God Bless Mr. Ballas for sticking fishing line in a tin can and spinning it around. Here in 2015 I’d rather deal with na bunch of irate neighbors than having to attack the lot with a scythe. Not much can stop the weed eater’s whirling string from decimating the tall grass and weeds, quickly.
As I chopped through the weeds on this very bright sunny day, I could only hope the guy was fortunate enough to get rich off this miracle of a contraption. From what I have been reading over a cup of coffee, George was able to make it all happen. Hallelujah! He created and ran a very prosperous company for his blessed Weed Whacker.
Richard Rensberry, Author QuickTurtle Books®
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