Seeing Stars

I thought I was having an HHH (high humidity hallucination).  A stone was swung into place in the base of the bridge abutment Jared Flynn and I are building for the town of Dummerston and I saw stars.  And not only stars.  The closer I looked at the surface of the boulder, and cleared away the dirt, more carved shapes appeared.  Horseshoes and a cross adorned the dome of the stone.  Other than the occasional drill holes, it’s very rarely that I see evidence of human markings on the stone I come in contact with on jobs.  This was a corker.