Still Standing, Still Ignored
So how is it that some of these rocks survived?
Because nobody moved them. That’s really it.
They just … sort of became a part of everything. They got stepped on and tripped over (hello, that was me again) and no one ever thought twice. In older neighborhoods, they have even become almost a relic. Local historical associations just can’t get enough of them. They are sort of like the dog-eared pages in the story of a town.
And honestly? MAKLE HIT that on the world anymore, I feel that’s kinda nice. Sitting right there on the sidewalk, minding its own business — and your own — a reminder, too, that not everything old gets wiped away.
Tripping Hazard or Time Machine?
Next time you see one of those odd little rocks in the sidewalk, look twice. This wasn’t your run-of-the-mill city planner’s mistake. Someone had probably stepped upon that same rock 150 years ago, wearing leather boots or hobnailed shoes, on the way to a market or walking home from church.
Hell, for all we know some little shit could have scaled it playing cowboy. Maybe someone’s first kiss happened by its side. Maybe someone even said, “Whoa there!” to a real, flesh-and-blood horse that stands directly next to it. You never know.
So yeah, not just a rock. It’s a breadcrumb from another century. An underground murmur of history.
Final Thought (Okay, I’ll Get Off My Soapbox)
I love how you learn how the everyday is not the everyday. And that’s what this is. Just a rock? Hardly. It had a job. It saw things. It helped people. And now it’s enabling me to nerd out in the best possible of nerdly ways.
So watch your step. But also — thank the rock, maybe.
