FROM THE EDITORS May 24, 1993 Issue

FROM THE EDITORS

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The rock didn't look very big. It was in the middle of the lawn, and for two years I mowed around it. Then suddenly it was a rock-moving day. No real reason, it just became the thing to do. I went to the garage and picked up the shovel and went over to the rock. I started digging around it. ...

It was bigger than I thought. There was a reason no one had moved it before. In an hour I had a very large rock in an enormous hole. Around the hole were two shovels, a long metal bar, several two-by-fours, and a mound of earth. And there were now two of us working on the rock.

By the end of the afternoon, the rock was out. We filled in the hole, brought in more dirt, planted grass seed and watered it.

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