Red sky at morning...

...sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors delight.

My father used to say that all the time. He was old-fashioned, and an older dad when I was born. He would be 97 if he were still alive.
This morning's eastern sky seemed redder than the photo would indicate. But at least I was inspired to go for the camera.

As a post script to my Tuesday post about my father, the rest of the story is that he died two months before I was going to graduate from college, a college he had dreamed of me attending. I know he was so proud he was able to send his only child there. It was back in the day, when there were still women's colleges. Yes, I went to an "all-girls" school. But I digress.
After the funeral, I had to go back to school, finish up my senior year and all that entails, and graduate without my father. He should have been sitting in the audience next to my mother on that lovely May day.
It was devastating.
It sent me into a tailspin that, looking back, took a long time to climb out of - a long time. I had a few short-lived jobs in retail as I tried to get my act together. My mother worked, and since I was living with her I spent a lot of long days at home alone.
Depressed. Direction-less.
Can you guess I had very few friends? Everyone I knew from high school and college was getting on with their lives and careers. They were busy. I wasn't. One good friend got married just a week after she graduated from college and moved to England. That was difficult. I was happy for her, but...we lost touch.

Then one fateful day I applied for a job at a newspaper.
'Nuf said. Here I am.

Thanks for listening.