re: #79 ObserverArt
Morning. MIssed this thread as I was reading last night.
I still remember lying in bed and waiting to about 10 PM on a Friday night for the sky to glow bright red when they did the big dump at the big steel mill where I grew up. There was a little creek that ran across the road at about the same place they did the dumping on the side of the hill. It was always a bright orange in color from all the rust coming off the slag hill.
I recall reading about the Northern Lights and going out one evening to see a glow in the sky, thinking that I was seeing them.
It was just the blast furnaces being opened at the Gary, Indiana United States Steel mill.