Sorry to be even more off topic, but I feel compelled to defend my friend's name.
To wit: "Believe it or not, for a long time the name of the guy who timed the lights was, appositely, Mr. Blewitt."
Um, actually, no he didn't. I have known this gentleman for 25 years and consider him a close friend. While he did work as a city planner for Colorado Springs for many years, his responsibilities did not include timing of traffic lights - that duty fell to the city engineer.
And, as to his name, he and his wife have been careful to teach their two (wonderful) children to avoid making light of other folks names, as their own is so easily subject to ridicule.
Just to set the record straight.
25 year resident of Colorado Springs
John, Sorry if it seems I've insulted your friend. I've been a resident of Colorado Springs and Manitou Springs since 1965, and I've rarely seen a worse traffic control mess than we have in this city. You say that the city engineer times the lights, but back in the eighties, while I was mayor of Manitou Springs, I was in a meeting with Bob Isaac, then mayor of Colorado Springs and we were chatting during a break when Bob said, "I wouldn't be the traffic engineer in this town for any amount of money." I laughed and said, "You mean to tell me Colorado Springs has a traffic engineer?" Bob didn't think that was very funny, but from the exchange I understood and still understand that the city has a traffic engineer. As far as I know, Blewitt at one time worked with the traffic engineer. I may be wrong.
But long before you came to town things were even worse. Ask some of the old-timers about the traffic engineer during the sixties named Don Smith. Ask an old-timer about the "mystic maze," which was one of Don's most recognized inventions. The maze was on the way out to Fort Carson. Once you got into it you could spend most of the rest of the day trying the find a way out of it. Don was also the guy who, during the tourist season, tried out countdown lights, in which instead of a steady orange, the orange light would count down for ten seconds "9", "8", "7"... until the red came on. I lived on the Colorado College campus, just around the corner from one of the countdown lights. When the light started counting down the locals would hit the accelerator and the tourists would hit the brakes. If I'd owned a tow truck I could have become wealthy just waiting on that corner. I could sit on the front porch and listen to the crashes. According to the Gazette Telegraph Don got an award from a traffic light company for good "signalization."
Eric, Sounds like a typical story of your tax dollars at work.