Your Unemployed Daughter

In honor of another successful Happy America Day, plus the fact that Your Unemployed Daughter managed to get a seat and avoid a fist-fight aboard the Montauk-Penn cattle car o’ doom – not to mention that her freelance office is closed and she is “working from home” tomorrow – she gifts you with this: Purty sunset pics. Gratis!

what price, sunset?

Good, right?

But I wonder. Everyone gets soooo excited about sunsets: where to go for the best view, waiting for an hour with rapt attention for 5 minutes of bliss, pondering the potential of “a good one” from the afternoon on … And then delivering passionate rankings from 1-10 when the pinkish/reddish/orangish hue finally appears and that fiery thing descends in the sky.

If I were, say, the makers of Snapple, or maybe Warren Buffet or even Bill Gates (but had recently been laid off from my place of employment), I would wonder: Is there something about the sunset that we jobless could capitalize on? Perhaps sunset-watching conferences at a hefty price? Special guest speakers explaining what makes all those colors, and why? Scientists to delve beyond the naked eye? Craftsman or weather specialists on how to build your own? Three-D “Sunset Glasses” that make you feel like you could reach out and grab it? Branded “Sunset on the Beach” drinks, T-shirts, and soap-on-a-rope to round out the experience?

If people love something that much, surely you can figure out a way to make them pay for it, right?

No? That ruins the whole thing, that natural, unexpected beauty, the free-for-all to see and admire aspect, you say?

Oh, you purist. Don’t they sell tickets to Stonehenge? Charge you to visit the Grand Canyon? Even the train from the Hamptons back to NYC, a dubious experience at that, costs something.

Some businessy person out there with free time, let’s put our heads together. I’ve got a few ideas. Course, it might cost ya.