Once spring, during the annual "clean up the baseball field" father/son night, someone tried to pry up a rock along the first-base line. A stick was employed to scratch around it, and eventually everyone had gathered to observe the procedure. Vehicles were dispatched to near-by homes and spade and shovels acquired. The field lights were turned on, and townspeople started showing up to see why. Things progressed to vehicles being dispatched into the countryside and tractors and chains returned. Old telephone poles were acquired from somewhere to be inserted beneath the rock while the tractors pulled on the chains. Eventually, the chains slipped or something and the poles were crushed. More poles and chains were brought into play and the rock was finally pulled from whence the last glacier had left it. It now sat on the field, rendering the field rather unfit for its intended purpose. At this point, large equipment from a local contractor was put into play, and the rock was moved behind the bleachers, after which it became a highly appreciated attraction for small boys who liked to climb on things.
