One day it wasn’t there.
The next day it was. One day we
were busy working the whole length
of our section of road, south of 63rd Street, north
of 63rd Street past Jackson and Maple and the slow
climb up to Hitchcock. To the south, Brown &
Lambrecht was doing the same as us, but just over the
hill past where our jobs met. We heard them but
couldn’t see them. We knew they were there.
But the next day we came to work and
there it was, on that slight rise
between us and them we called
a hill—a boulder the size
of a house.