Today, on a whim, I decided to go to Kleindorfer's, an old-time hardware store on the south side of Bloomington. This is the kind of place where you go looking for the odd bolt -- you know, the one that only breaks every twenty years, so nobody stocks them. You go in, and some good old boy asks you what you're looking for, and you show him the remnants of your old bolt, and he goes and rummages in a bin and pulls out six of them, in stock. That kind of hardware store.
And there, sitting on a shelf, were three or four grass hooks, just like I've been looking for. They were in the section with snaths (= scythe handles) and brush hooks and other medieval-looking implements of lawn and garden care. Bingo! Kleindorfer's, I love you.