Dad was red-green color blind

Dad was red-green color blind. There was a small town where the stoplight was hung over the intersection sideways; Dad could never remember which way it was hung. If one of us kids was with him, we could tell him. We all apparently got Mom's retinas. If he was by himself, he'd stop at the light. If drivers behind him blew their horns, he knew it was green.

Dad died in '68 when I was 15. That still sux. He would've been 96 in a few days.

That's my 2c worth. (And it cost 4c to make!)