Down at the riverfront, where the bronze piano sits and the Flint slides past, Albany keeps a certain rhythm — and so does a mowing route. Lawn Mawnsta Landscaping runs it like a tune known by heart: deck down, straight passes, trimmer around the mailbox and the AC unit, a border cut along the walk, blower to finish. The last note is the good one, when the drive is clear and the lines lie parallel all the way to the street. Grass in this town grows fast enough to keep the song going most of the year. Albany, Putney, Leesburg and Sylvester hear it weekly.