Introduction: My mother loved rocks. I am not sure why she loved them but she did. Everywhere we

would travel she would collect a rock. She loved rock so much that one summer day my brothers and I

built her a rock garden. (Mind you, the construction of this garden was a Labourer of Love that held a

bit of brotherly drama. I think that during the construction Stan and I had our last physical

confrontation.).

I think I have Inherited The love of rocks from her. I am fascinated by rocks. I was so intrigued by rocks

that I took several geology classes while in college. It was my desire to get my degree in music and in

geology and become a rock singer!