My husband Bud can’t distinguish black from navy.
Every Sunday morning before church, he asks me whether his suit jacket matches his pants. Since my eyes are nearly as bad as his, I have him take the ensemble to the sun porch where the light is better.
I’ll spend several minutes trying to figure out whether the navy is actually dark blue or a faded black. And if both the pants and the jacket are navy, are they the same navy?
Finally, Sunday, I gave up and shared one of my grandmother Vada’s tidbits of wisdom with him.