Had many romantic excursions to festivals in Bethlehem, PA decades ago. At least one of the stacks was still lit at the time. Upon returning home late at night, my fiancé patiently gave me the space to appreciate the distant glow.
Sounds nice. Although, Freud would have a field day analyzing some of those phrases: “ the stack was still lit”
and a few others.
Mid 1960s. I was approx. 14 or 15. Backyard barbeque in suburban Detroit area, a few miles from Great Lakes Steel in Ecorse, Mich. Next door neighbors had visitors from out of town. Just after sunset, a bright orange glow appeared in the clouds. The lady visiting freaked out. “THE RUSSIANS JUST NUKED US!!! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!” A good laugh was had by all after my Dad and the guy next door explained about Great Lakes pouring steel.