My parents' neighbors called the newspaper last summer because a meteorite went through her dock. There was a hole about the size of a basketball framed by corona of burnt wood. I'm not sure if the newspaper people ever arrived, but I didn't bother checking the water underneath the dock for a piece of space rock. It was the fifth of July, and they'd been lighting fireworks on their dock all night. Let them dig for space rocks to show to reporters when they arrive.