Rocks in His Head
Arts & Culture
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.









