Even though I lived in one of the worst light-polluted cities in the region, I found that if I stood in the right place, so that I didn't have a streetlight in my face — like under an eave — and I just waited, my eyes would get used to the dark and I could see maybe 10 or 15 stars. Enough to make it interesting. All it takes is a little patience.
Eventually, I started going out and getting the mail before she came home so I'd have more star time, and it wasn't too long before some of them became familiar friends, and I noticed how others changed position from week to week.
It doesn't take much effort to appreciate the stars. But it's more effort than many people are willing to expend.
This is the saddest thing on this thread.