On the Old West Side the lots are narrow, the garages open onto alleys, and every foot of grass is visible from the sidewalk. Lawn B Gone works those tight rectangles the way you'd work a small room — mowing, string trimming, edging along the walk until the line between concrete and green is a decision rather than an accident. Summer here is humid and fast-growing; the grass wants cutting again about the time the mower has cooled off. Then the year turns, the alleys fill in, and the same drives get plowed and shoveled, with salt laid where the north side of a house holds its ice past noon. Seasonal cleanups bracket both ends of that. It is ordinary work done in a town that notices.