Hard-Boiled Rocks

Dear Easter Bunny,

Before you read this in your local paper or hear it from Uncle Walter on CBS, allow me to crack the latest egg news to you gently. The town fathers of Old Saybrook, Conn., are making their Rock Roll a permanent thing. The theory is that kids stop believing in you when they reach fourth grade; so only younger children enjoy hunting for your eggs. But older children, according to the local recreation superintendent, Mrs. Vicki Duffy, "don't feel self-conscious looking for painted rocks." Last year older kids found 400 of the surrogate eggs in 22 minutes flat. The town, which redeems the rocks for candy, is proud of the cost efficiency of its system. Rocks are cheaper than eggs, and unrecovered ones don't rot in the park.

Sorry, Bunny. I suggest you go out and get stoned.

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