Oh sure, you chuckle. A location reserved just for me. Well, it so happens that the lot's owner, who also owns the car wash, saw me building the rock sculpture. He came over to me and (surprise) asked what the hell I was doing. I explained about the rock sculptures and how they were highly valued by the local citizens. He was so pleased that he gave me the "OK" to leave it on his property. Though he recognized right away that the likelihood of the area kids leaving it alone was quite low. No problem, I said, as I live nearby, and will be back often to re-build it. (Only too true.)
You have no idea the sacrifices I make to do these sculptures. Today, I sacrificed my Muhlenberg College T-shirt, the rear fender of the car and multiple parts of my body while getting one of the large granite blocks into the trunk. The intercostal muscles (look it up, you should know what they are) on my left side are big-time sore, as are my elbows and knee. And, of course, the hole in my driveway, where I dropped the rock, is going to be a long-time reminder of this day.
After building the sculpture I had a nice gentleman pull into the lot who asked what I was doing. Again I explained about the rock sculptures, and he asked if I would build him one. I (regrettably) declined, saying that they were street art, meant for the public, and I wasn't doing private works (that would fall down in a week or so). I gave him one of my cards (well, yes, I have cards) so he could read the blog.
So now I've used up all the large, base rocks I had. Even if I see a good spot for a rock sculpture, I'd need to visit one of my sources of granite rocks. I really don't have the back strength to lift them, but when has that ever stopped me? My tombstone will say "Great dentist and decent rock star, who doesn't know his own strength".
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