Once my rather odd piece was written, my next task was to get it in front of somebody who could competently evaluate it.

It took only one telephone call to ascertain that I could leave copies of it in the physics faculty lounge of a prestigious science- and technology-oriented university near where I worked.  I dropped off a small stack of copies one lunch hour.

Within a couple of weeks, not only had the article been read, but one of the people who read it had responded to my request for comments.

While this professional pointed out certain errors in my approach, he confirmed that my basic challenge to what I had read in the textbooks had been dead-on.  What the textbooks had described as innate properties of light and color turned out to be no more than quirks of the human eye and nervous system.

I had, in effect, recognized sloppy science at an intuitive level.