When I was working at the Jefferson Memorial in the second part of the 1970s, I met a woman who was several decades older, who grew up on the prairies in the middle of the Great Depression, and I asked her how she survived, and she told me her mother told her, Never Miss a Sunset.
I’ve kept those words to heart. Here are a few from this evening, probably in reverse order.
Incredible clouds there.
When the lady told me her mother told her “never miss a sunset,” she was probably a teenager, and living in a sod hut in the middle of nowhere. How people survived, there, I’ll never know. except her mother said, Never miss a sunset.