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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper in wondering if it will be something like the great pyramids, a buried terracotta army, giant Easter Island type stone figures or something else that future anthropologists find to prove that the present “civilization” did indeed exist and “here is the proof!”
The keeper suggests that explorers centuries out might someday stumble over the remains of a traffic interchange and put it up as an historical exhibit of a culture that did not know where the hell it was going but was in a big rush to get there.
It is also possible that undersea investigators, discovering an entire sunken peninsula, might present a tiny piece of Florida as evidence that there was once a swampy area where the rich and elderly congregated to avoid snow, the sweaty working class and the truth.
Should there be excavation after another Pompeii type eruption that instantly freezes the citizenry in place, the keeper hopes for a museum diorama that shows him and Phyllis in their recliners, sharing a bottle of wine and a Chet Atkins medley.
