Those rocks are in a hole now, there is another just like that.
They'llbe back. My grandfather had a big one in the yard in northern Wisconsin (another glacier gift) that would pop to the surface every few years. And Grampa wiuld get the shovel out and spend a couple days getting it back below mower height. Got to be a running joke, which would give up first. He was victorious over other rocks but that rock won. Now he could have called someone in with a machine and moved the rock across the alley and out of the way, in fact was suggested more than once/ But seems it was a personal battle between Old John and his rock.
Hadn't thought of that in years.
