Some mornings the Chattahoochee lays a sheet of fog over West Point and the whole town stays soft until nine or so. Brothers In Lawn is out in it early, tailgate down, dew soaking through the boots, cutting the first yards before the day turns heavy. They mow, trim close around mailboxes and fence posts, edge the drives, and clear the clippings so nothing washes down into the street. By the time the fog lifts off the river, half a dozen lawns are standing up straight in new sun. That is the part they would tell you about.