August 29, 2011 by Dave Bonta The rhythmic thumping of a monstrous digger at the quarry two miles away. My father hollers from his front porch to come look at a mole. Share on social media Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads