

Ok, bad wording. It entailed me (without kids) going to a quarry known to have lots of fossils (which were of no interest to the quarry), and hauling boxes of likely-candidate rocks back to the program. Kids got to don safety glasses and wield rock hammers until they found a fossil, which they could then take home. So: not fossils of us, but ones we could keep.



Someone to save us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to fool us, someone like you?
Please, don’t stake our lives on a Saviour Machine.
ok, I’ll stop, but was either guess the particular Bowie that triggered the thought?