There are bigger rocks in Massachusetts than Plymouth Rock. There are certainly prettier ones, scattered along Cape Cod’s windswept beaches or rising from the Berkshires. But none carry the same weight—symbolically, historically, and emotionally—as the modest granite boulder resting on the shore of Plymouth Harbor. It is not just a rock. It is an emblem of beginnings, of resilience, of a story that shaped a nation. For centuries, visitors have flocked to see this stone, not because of its size, but because of its meaning. Like a talisman, it represents the moment the Pilgrims stepped onto the soil of the New World in 1620, anchoring both their lives and, eventually,…