JACK BUCK USED TO SAY IT

His and my favorite color--Cardinal red.

I wonder what it all means? One's favorite color.

How did that appeal begin? For me, was it the baseball team? A little red wagon from Western Auto? A favorite shirt?

I really don't know. Nor do I know why I thought of this. I mean a color is a color is a color. Right?

But there must be something innate or something learned (duh) that directs us to prefer one color over the others. No discernment here.

So, I'll change course and see if I can find my least favorite color. I'm thinking. Cub blue? Not really. Laker yellow and purple? That's not fair; that's two colors. How about Patriots red and blue? Again, a non-issue.

I guess I don't have a least favorite color. So, I'm back to square one. Almost.

I just remembered. There are lots of new car colors that I detest. Some remind me of a coffin, some are just shy of psychedelic. They must have some crazy names, too. My car, red, of course, is called Monterrey red. It's candy apple colored, but somehow Monterrey is supposed to sound better. So coffin orange metallic, ghastly green, and iridescent purple--those are my three least faves.

Or I could just go to a big box of crayons and get specific about colors, but when Crayolas removed flesh as a color because not everyone's flesh was the same color, I thought pc had gone overboard.

Once in seventh grade, our son started a short story with "Flesh, the neighborhood dog continued to bark." I always liked that story. Maybe that is my favorite color--flesh.

Nope. Can't top Cardinal red.