A STORY ABOUT CONCRETE. Many years ago, two men I knew were preparing an unusual gift for their mother. The gift required a fencepost anchored in the ground, and they were mixing concrete in a bowl. They kept reminding themselves that the concrete would set quickly and they would have to move quickly. Unfortunately, they didn’t move quickly enough, and the concrete set. The spoon they had been using was standing straight up. And the bowl was their mother’s favorite bowl.
What should they do? It was an easy decision. They buried the bowl in the back yard. Every so often through the years, their mother would wonder aloud where her favorite bowl had disappeared.
I imagine an archaeologist many years in the future discovering the bowl and speculating about possible uses for the bowl with the spoon fixed in it.