Only the Blind are Color Blind
Please stop saying that you don’t see color. You do.

“See you later Buckwheat.”
Jerald was saying goodbye to me as his mom had come to pick him up from the party. It was about 1983 and I was an 8th grader at South Pasadena Junior High School (for your millennials, junior high schools were the “middle” schools of my day). During that decade (and I’m…