Rock On.

So there was this little corner of granite sticking out in our backyard, and we decided to investigate (Reagan indulging her archaeological urges and Adam his macho urges). Maybe it was a nice block that could be used as a porch step? Maybe it was a nice centerpiece for a garden? Maybe is was a tombstone, indicating that we were about to relive Poltergeist? No, it was closer to a footing for the Brooklyn Bridge. The photo below shows only the proverbial "tip". The neighborhood kids suggested we call in a wrestler to help us take it out. Seriously, when asked to suggest someone strong enough to help us move a 2000 lb. rock, these kids came up with "pro wrestler." Our poor, poor, misled youth.

So what will become of us with this hulking thing in our yard? Perhaps it's full of stars.




We spent about 2 hours uncovering this thing. Now what?