Remembering way, way, way back when I was a boy living about eight miles south of Butler, Pennsylvania, on most nights, depending on the weather, flashes of light could be seen in the southern skies. Could it be a bad storm coming our way? No, the sky was clear. Was it "heat lightning"? No, there really isn't such a thing. Heat lightning is from a thunder storm too far away to see the clouds. Could it be some strange atmospheric aberration? No, it was none of the above.
Although we were about 30 miles from Pittsburgh, we could plainly see the flashes of light produced from the open hearth method of steel making. That was quite a sight and the men who worked there must have been quite tough to take the heat and blaring light. Back then, Pittsburgh was a dirty town. Soot from the steel mills blackened everything. I was really pleasantly surprised when many years after moving away from the area, I had to spend a week in Pittsburgh on business and stayed right in the Golden Triangle. I couldn't believe the transformation. What a difference. It was hard to believe that it was the same place I remembered as a kid. Way to go, Pittsburgh. But, the dirt and flashes at night meant money and jobs. Now a lot of those jobs have gone to other countries. Both situations have draw backs, but I want you to have a great situation today, you hear?