Story of the rock.

When I designed and sighted the building, I knew I wanted a rock to carry the corner post. I remembered a client about a 1/4 mile away had some larger rocks in his backyard.

Knowing the client was moving out of the country, I asked him if I could have a rock.  He said yes, and I decided to put it on a dolly and drag it a quarter mile.

The trouble was it fell off the dolly halfway there... 

As I struggled in the street, a neighbor heard strange noises and said

“You look like you need some help.” 

“I sure do,” I said. 

Soon I had the rock to its destination.