Through out history heroes have always had their enemies. Good verses evil, yin has it's yang. Well dear reader meet my nemesis. A two ton rock which resides in my driveway. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I hate this rock, I hate it with a passion. It is located in a place that makes it very difficult to maneuver in my drive way. I have tried a number of time to evict this rock without success. It started four years ago when we decided to repave the driveway. I figured that this would be a great time to move the rock using a bulldozer. It made sense, a simple nudge with a large bulldozer and I would be free. Well, they moved the rock but in the wrong direction. That's right, they actually moved it into the driveway. To make matters worse, it is now nicely encased in a brand new, expensive drive way. I was not happy. The rock had won for now. Four years later, upon our return from China, I figured I would have another go. I hired a contractor to pulverize it to bits. I wanted to make sure that there was nothing left but dust when he was finished. He assured me that he would be able to do the job in one day using a jack hammer and I would finally be free. After eight hours of continuous jack hammering, he had hardly made a dent. What the hell is this thing made of? It's not possible. The contractor could not believe it either. I know, use a bigger jack hammer, you know the ones they use to bore through mountains, yeah that will do it. Bigger jack hammer, eight hours later the rock is still there, laughing at me, mocking me. I am not defeated yet. I have one last trick up my sleeve. I wonder if dynamite is legal?
