To paraphrase Spinal Tap, “No one knew who he was… Or what… he was doing.” That’s kind of the feeling towardsΒ my dad after he placed a mysterious circle of stones recently outside the house. Maybe there’s a method to his madness and this is just the start of some sort of Neolithic burial ground, or maybe an ancient calendar he’s constructing. Perhaps we’ll find out more when he’s finished (although if my mom has any say, that won’t be happening) and if so, its function will of course be documented here in the pages of JEFbot. Here’s a picture of it so far, and while small, I don’t think it could necessarily be, “crushed by a dwarf,” at least. Anyway, suggestions as to its purpose are welcome.