From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
Gadzooks, the headlines look heavier than the clouds, and I can hardly stomach five cents for a loaf when the rent is due. My eyes ache from the harsh glare of those new electric bulbs flickering over the shopfronts, where men in stiff wool frock coats scurry past the window like shadows in a fever dream. I watched a clerk demonstrating that roaring vacuum cleaner on the rug today, thinking how the world grows too loud for a quiet soul. Between the talk of that transatlantic radio signal and the way my boy begs for those expensive Meccano sets, I fear our pockets will be empty before the spring thaw even settles.