its this rectangle rock thing thats by the highway and almost every night for 50 years its been painted over and painted over, usually with memorials for loved ones
and even though is illegal no one ever stops them and every few years people get together to peel the paint off to start fresh and look at all the paint that comes off
and nobody knows who started the tradition or what the rock even is for
“My mom grew up in a poor village in Nigeria. Her parents sent her to live with her aunt, who basically treated her like a maid. She said that every day she would pray for her children to be great. Growing up, she’d always address me with the word ‘great.’ When I wanted to be a computer scientist, she’d refer to me as her ‘great computer scientist.’ When I decided I’d rather be an engineer, she called me her 'great engineer.’ Then, ‘my great CEO.’”
