We have a pile of dirt in the middle of our downtown area.
Apparently it’s a Holy Pile of Dirt.
They call it the “Temple Mound” because someone thought it would be a good idea for tourism.
There is no evidence that it ever had a ‘temple’.
But the city fathers built a wooden structure at the top that looks like a concession stand.
People could walk around on the pile of dirt and enjoy the cool breeze and the shade, since it’s covered in huge trees.
Then some local Indian tribe representatives complained that it was their pile of dirt and the white people were desecrating their temple heritage.
The city council in their wokeiest moments agreed and now the pile of dirt is closed to the public with a sign saying that you cannot walk on the pile of dirt any more.
Once or twice a year, the local Indians have a ceremony that allows them to ‘utilize’ the Pile of Dirt. They burn some smelly plants and walk around on the pile of dirt with a bunch of them waving and chanting.
About 3 miles down the road there is another pile of dirt.
But apparently it’s not a Holy Pile of Dirt. It’s got a lot of oyster and clamshells in it.
They call it a ‘midden mound’, a garbage dump, in other words.
It’s in a ‘nature park’ with trails and trees and a creek.
People walk around the Pile of Garbage and the park and enjoy the cool breeze and shade since it has many trees.
The city fathers, different city, want to do improvements to the park. They want to build a concession stand.........................
Good place for a surreptitious excavation.