A solid hunk of rock. That's all today. Working at the cemetery, I spent a lot of time, over the years, cleaning gravestones made from solid granite. It wasn't hard work in the summer sun, but it made for long days. The hazards were few. If you got splashed with the cleaner, you had to wash the acid-like substance off immediately or you'd get burned. Sunglasses were a must. You see, I worked, got paid and remained extremely cool while doing so. I got the nickname Rocker, while working among the stones, but no, it wasn't because of what I spent the day cleaning. It was the hair! That and the fact that Ray, the oldtimer, thought that, back in the day, long hair equalled 'rockstar', and that he said was me. Rock on!