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There was once a man who loved rocks. He would collect them wherever he went, putting them in his pockets, keeping them on shelves in the gas station where he worked. Some folks said that he even had rocks in his head. “Maybe I have,” he said. “Maybe I have.”

But when hard times fell upon the country, the filling station couldn’t provide enough work for the young man anymore, and he roamed around town in search of another job. Regardless of where his job search led him, he always managed to visit the local science museum, where he could visit the rocks.

The curator of the museum noticed this curious young man, and decided to offer him a job as a janitor. The young man agreed, and worked in the beloved museum, sharing enough information about the rocks that he loved, to gain the curator’s attention once again. Eventually, the young man was given the position of curator in the mineralogy department, with all of those rocks. Isn’t it funny how life works sometimes? The illustrations, as depicted by James Stevenson, help to better acquaint us with this gentleman’s journey of fulfilling his destiny that is at the heart of Rocks in His Head by Carol Otis Hurst.