We Never Stop The Rock. Well, OK, Just This One Time.

Few things in this state offer so much buildup with so little payoff as Plymouth Rock. It's famous, it's historic (well, kind of), it's enclosed in a grand and stately pavilion, and people run towards it with eyes aglow and camera readied, and...it's a rock. In some sand. It's not even a particularly big rock.

And for a few months next spring, Plymouth Rock will be even more disappointing. It will be put in a box next month so it doesn't get damaged by debris while they make some repairs on the grand and stately pavilion.

So you won't even get the fun of standing around the pavilion for a while and trying to convince tourists from Michigan that they should come back at sundown for the Plymouth Rock Laser Floyd Show (not that we'd ever, um, do that...).

You get a box. Which tourists will presumably stare at thoughtfully for about eleven seconds (you'd stare thoughtfully for seventeen seconds if it were the actual rock), then go off to a more rewarding experience, like playing "Stump the Pilgrim" at Plimoth Plantation, or lobster roll and beer at one of Plymouth's delicious seafood shacks.

Or they could just use Adam's idea and decorate the box with a picture of the rock.

Image from Flickr's ukslim.