This is just an odd little story from my life.
About a mile from our
house, the road goes down a little hill, then up another little hill. And in the middle, another road goes off at a
90 degree angle. Thirty some years ago,
either someone pulled out from that road, or they just happened to hit a bump
the wrong way, or something, but they lost a can of paint. The result was a big splotch – probably half-a-can’s
worth of paint – over the one lane. And
it wasn’t blue, or off white, but almost a neon green. Who they were, or why that had that color of
paint, is a mystery we never solved.
Well that’s odd, but the
reason I’m telling this story is that this paint splotch became a bit of a
local landmark. Like, someone could say,
“I saw a flock of turkeys on my way to work.” “Oh, where?” someone else could
ask. And instead of the first person saying
“At the intersection of road and road,” they’d just go, “By the paint splotch.”
And it stayed a local
landmark for over a decade, until the state came in and repaved the road. I remember someone saying they wish they knew
what brand of paint it was, because they made good paint. It had faded a bit over the years, but not
only had it stood up to a decade of sun and rain, but also normal traffic, as
well as snow plows and road salt. So it probably
worked well for a kid’s treehouse or whatever they needed neon green paint for.
