My first rock story is about a small, flat rock to the right of my driveway. When I was in elementary school, I used to stand on that rock and wait for the bus (which came down the side street and picked me up there, instead of at the foot of the driveway). Several years later, a little round plaque of sorts was cemented into that rock by some surveyors with a date and my grandparents' name (because they owned the property at the time). I don't know what the plaque's purpose was/is or whether it's still used.
My first rock story is about a small, flat rock to the right of my driveway. When I was in elementary school, I used to stand on that rock and wait for the bus (which came down the side street and picked me up there, instead of at the foot of the driveway). Several years later, a little round plaque of sorts was cemented into that rock by some surveyors with a date and my grandparents' name (because they owned the property at the time). I don't know what the plaque's purpose was/is or whether it's still used.
I love this memory! Do you know if the rock is still there?
Yes, it is! I'll try to remember to get a photo and send it to you.