Technically, it’s the biggest ball of twine in the world — rolled by a single man (the late and obviously a bit obsessive Frank Johnson). There are larger twine balls but they have been community projects, poor attempts to mimic the inexplicable lure of the original in Darwin, Minnesota. Darwin and its twine ball owe a lot to the great Weird Al Yankovic, who immortalized the Twine Ball in a song, which is the direct cause of our family’s making a detour on our way through Minnesota to make sure we saw the Twine Ball. And truly, it was an awesome sight.
Tomorrow, Mount Rushmore. Larger and better marked than the Twine Ball, I’m sure (we actually drove through the town of Darwin before we realized we’d passed it, and had to go back to find the Twine Ball). But can it compete for sheer grandeur and majesty? We’ll have to see.