When You Wish Upon a Star

Yesterday, a piece of meteorite landed in a Bloomington home.  Not long ago, my fiancee witnessed a meteor very close to her parents’ house and we had discussed looking for it in the cornfields the next time we were over there.  Due to the sudden advent of the cold weather, this never happened.  This reminds me of another incident–which, I think, occurred in the South somewhere–in which the meteorite was confiscated by the police and later sold to some scientific firm.  In my understanding, the family who found the rock received none of the money.  This almost seems to be the norm.  I find myself wondering what would happen if the family decided not to report it and instead attempted to sell it on their own.


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