From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The rhythmic march of Abe Holzmann’s "Blaze Away" blares from the neighbor’s phonograph, but it can’t drown out the racket of those new vacuum machines sucking dust and peace right out of the parlor. I barely caught the news about the church council’s blunder in Nebraska over the din, and honestly, the world feels like it’s spinning far too fast for a Tuesday. I watched the station hand chalk up **$0.10** for a gallon of gas and nearly choked on my own tongue; at this rate, only a chump could afford to keep a motor running. I needed a stiff coffee to steady my nerves, and though it was "good to the last drop," I couldn’t stop staring at the headlines and wondering when this frantic age would finally slow down.