From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
My fingers ache from smoothing the coarse wool of these trousers, and I can't help but clutch my coin purse tighter hearing about those Chicago burglars hitting the Express offices. It is a capital day for a stroll, but the air feels thin with all this talk of thieves and radio signals. I stared at that window of Lionel trains, my skin itching against my stiff linen collar, but five cents for a loaf of bread is already a king’s ransom. I’ll settle for the crust and keep my eyes peeled for any blockhead lurking in the shadows of the alley.