Mars Hill Mountain stands over its town with the turbines turning slow along the ridge, and sunrise finds that ridge before it finds much of anything else. M E Grass & Sons mows the ground below it — village lawns, farmhouse yards, the long borders where a lot ends and a potato field takes over. Trimming and edging straighten the lines; cleanups in spring and fall deal with whatever the border-country wind carries through. Prestile Stream runs cold past all of it, one summer after another. Mars Hill and the towns along the ridge road are on the list.